Even a girl's instinct is unerring in that; and Corbario further pleased her by not pursuing the subject, for what he had said seemed all the more spontaneous because it led to nothing.
"If Marcello is not in the cottage," he observed, as they came near, "he must have gone off for a walk after he left you.

Did you not see which way he turned ?" "How could I from the place where I stood ?" asked Aurora in reply.

"As soon as he had turned behind the bank it was impossible to say which way he had gone." "Of course," assented Folco.

"I understand that." Marcello had not come home, and Aurora was sorry that she had teased him into a temper and had then allowed him to go away.

It was not good for him, delicate as he was, to go for a long walk in such weather without any breakfast, and she felt distinctly contrite as she ate her roll in silence and drank her coffee, on the sheltered side of the cottage, under the verandah.