Tony left Beppo and the donkeys, and crossed the terrace alone.

His bow swept the ground in the deferential manner of Gustavo, but his glance was far bolder than a donkey-driver's should have been.

She noted the fact and tossed him a nod of marked condescension.

A silence followed, during which Constance studied the lake; when she turned back, she found Tony arranging a spray of oleander that had dropped from her belt in the band of his hat.

She viewed this performance in silent disfavour.