When he thought she was listening in profound attention to his discourse, she was usually wishing that he could be made to see the absurdity of his theories.

She wished also that he would sacrifice some of his enthusiasm for the sake of a little more quiet in the house, for she saw that his talking distressed her mother.

Further than this she cared little what he said, and not at all for what he thought.

Her mind was generally occupied with the one subject which absorbed her thoughts, and which had grown to be by far the most important part of her nature, her love for Gianbattista Bordogni.
Upon that point she was inflexible.

Her Uncle Paolo might have led her to change her mind in regard to many things, for she was open to persuasion where her common sense was concerned.