She nodded, still avoiding his eyes.
Then, “When do you want to get married?” she asked.
De Medici extricated himself from his emotions.
“Tomorrow,” he answered calmly.
“That’s too soon. I’ll have to tell father first.”
“I’ve told him all about it,” he smiled.
“Well!”
De Medici nodded and looked fearfully at her. She was angry. Her face had grown bright with color.
“What did he say?” she asked.
Ignoring the change in her voice, De Medici answered: