"I will ask the Marchesa if she will go out," she added, as she walked quickly away.
Bastianello waited and in a few moments she came back.
"Not to-day," she said.
"So much the better.

I want to say something to you, Teresina.

Will you listen to me?
Can I say it here ?" Bastianello felt unaccountably nervous, and when he had spoken he regretted it.
"I hope it is good news," answered the girl.

"Come to the window at the end of the corridor.

We shall be further from the door there, and there is more air.