"As you will, Madame. Good evening."
He crossed the room to go out. She called him back.
"Don Orsino!"
He turned sharply round.
"Madame?"
Seeing that he did not move, she rose and went to him. He looked down into her face and saw that it was changed again.
"Are you really angry?" she asked. There was something girlish in the way she asked the question, and, for a moment, in her whole manner.
Orsino could not help smiling. But he said nothing.
"No, you are not," she continued. "I can see it. Do you know? I am very glad. It was foolish of me to tease you. You will forgive me? This once?"
"If you will give me warning the next time." He found that he was looking into her eyes.