You know what that means.

Indeed, you are quite mad!" "Engaged?
I?
I never gave my word! It is not true!" The blood rose, in Beatrice's face and then sank suddenly away.
"What is this comedy ?" asked the Marchesa, raising her brows.

For the first time in many years she was almost angry.
"Ah! If you ask me that, I will tell you.

I will tell you everything and you know that I speak the truth to you as I do to everybody--" "Except to San Miniato when you tell him you love him," interrupted the Marchesa.
Beatrice blushed again, with anger this time.
"Yes," she said, after a short pause, "it is quite true that I said I loved him, and for one moment I meant it.

But I made a mistake.