That was natural, but she had a right to hate him for it, and she would, with all her heart! Her thoughts all came together in a tumult of disgust and resentment.

If Zorzi did not go away presently, she would go away herself.

She was almost resolved to get up and leave the garden, when the door opened.
"Zorzi!" It was Beroviero's voice.
Aristarchi already stood in the doorway taking leave of Beroviero with, many oily protestations of satisfaction in having made his acquaintance.

Zorzi went forward to accompany the Greek to the door.
"I shall never forget that I have had the honour of being received by the great artist himself," said Aristarchi, who held his big cap in his hand and was bowing low on the threshold.
"The pleasure has been all on my side," returned Beroviero courteously.
"On the contrary, quite on the contrary," protested his guest, backing away and then turning to go.
Zorzi walked beside him, on his left.

As they reached the entrance to the corridor Aristarchi turned once more, and made an elaborate bow, sweeping the ground with his cap, for Beroviero had remained at the door till he should be out of sight.