You are very kind." He tried to speak sarcastically, but it was a decided failure.
To his surprise, Aurora turned and looked at him very quietly.
"I wonder whether I shall like you, when you are a man," she said in a tone of profound reflection.

"I am rather ashamed of liking you now, because you are such a baby." He flushed again, very angry this time, and he moved away to leave her, without another word.
She turned her face to the storm and took no notice of him.

She thought that he would come back, but there was just the least doubt about it, which introduced an element of chance and was perfectly delightful while it lasted.

Was there ever a woman, since the world began, who did not know that sensation, either by experience or by wishing she might try it?
What pleasure would there be in angling if the fish did not try to get off the hook, but stupidly swallowed it, fly and all?
It might as well crawl out of the stream at once and lay itself meekly down in the basket.
And Marcello came back, before he had taken four steps.
"Is that what you meant when you said that you might never come here again ?" he asked, and there was something rough in his tone that pleased her.
"No," she answered, as if nothing had happened.

"Mamma talked to me a long time last night." "What did she say ?" "Do you want to know ?" "Yes." "There is no reason why I should not tell you.