“He put me to utter shame; he made me eat dirt,” she whispered with a sudden note of passion in her voice. She laid her arm on mine, and rose from her chair. “It spoils my meeting with you to think of it. Come back; I can do some work before it’s dark, and you can go and see him—he’ll be at the palazzo. There’s no reason you shouldn’t be friends with him still.”
“I don’t quite know about that,” I observed cautiously.
“I’m willing enough to be friendly with him, for that matter. But that’s—that’s not enough. Come along, we shall just about catch a boat, I think.”
We began to walk along to the quay where we were to embark.
“So he says he’s going to kill himself!” Lucinda added with a scornful laugh.
CHAPTER XIX
VIEWS AND WHIMS