"Yes. I have seen them a great deal since you left. Shall I ask?"
"No, thank you. I shall dine at home with my people."
"Shall you go to the garden party to-morrow?"
"No."
Guido looked at him curiously, and he immediately turned away, unlike himself.
"Have you had any more strange dreams since I saw you?" Guido asked.
"Yes."
Lamberti did not turn round again, but looked attentively at an etching on the table, so that Guido could not see his face. His monosyllabic answers were nervous and sharp. It was clear that he was under some kind of strain that was becoming intolerable, but of which he did not care to speak.
"How is it going?" he asked suddenly.
"I think everything is going well," answered Guido, who knew what he meant, though neither of them had spoken to the other of Cecilia, except in the most casual way, since they had both met her.