He seemed to have caught a touch of derision in Sperelli's greeting.

Leaning on the railing, he followed the retreating couple with hungry eyes.

He was obviously suffering.
'Rutolo, be on your guard!' said the Contessa di Lucoli with a malicious laugh as she passed down the stairs on the arm of Don Filippo del Monte.
The blow struck home.

Donna Ippolita and the Conte d'Ugenta having penetrated as far as the umpire's stand were now retracing their steps.
The lady held her sunshade over her shoulder, twirling the handle languidly in her fingers; the white cupola stood out round her head like a halo, and the lace frills rose and fluttered incessantly.

Within this revolving circle, she laughed from time to time at what her companion said, and a delicate flush stained the noble pallor of her face.
Sometimes they would both stand still.
Under pretext of examining the horses now entering the race-course, Giannetto turned his field-glass upon the two.