"What makes you think so?" inquired Giovanni with a man's irritating indolence when he does not mean to grasp a disagreeable idea.
"I know it," Corona answered, resting her chin upon her hand and staring at the fire.
Giovanni surrendered unconditionally.
"You are probably right, dear. You always are about people."
"Well—then you must see the importance of what I say," said Corona pushing her victory.
"Of course, of course," answered Giovanni, squinting at the flames with one eye between his outstretched fingers.
"I wish you would wake up!" exclaimed Corona, taking the hand in hers and drawing it to her. "Orsino is probably making love to Madame d'Aranjuez at this very moment."
"Then I will imitate him, and make love to you, my dear. I could not be better occupied, and you know it. You used to say I did it very well."
Corona laughed in her deep, soft voice.
"Orsino is like you. That is what frightens me. He will make love too well. Be serious, Giovanni. Think of what I am saying."