"Then to-morrow morning meet me at the entrance to the Palatino."
"But I haven't said that I would come."
"Oh, yes, you will."
"You take too much for granted."
"I don't think so."
"Then I shan't come," said Ragna, nettled by his air of complacent certainty.
"I shall be there, and we shall see what we shall see," was his calm rejoinder.
They had reached the Piazza Colonna, and Mirko paused, hat in hand.
"I shall come no further—until to-morrow, then!" He turned and left her without waiting for a reply. Ragna watched his lithe figure as he strode easily across the open space. She felt dissatisfied with herself and angry with him for this somewhat cavalier leave-taking, and his confident assumption that she would do as he said.
"What does he take me for?" she asked herself as she sped with rapid steps towards her belated luncheon. "I shall not go to meet him, no I shall not."