[CHAPTER II]
The next day, she arrived at the Palazzo dei Sabini, her heart beating fast under a bunch of violets.
Andrea was looking out for her at the door of the concert-hall.
'Thanks,' he said, and pressed her hand.
He conducted her to a seat and sat down beside her.
'I thought the anxiety of waiting for you would have killed me,' he murmured. 'I was so afraid you would not come. How grateful I am to you! Late last night,' he went on, 'I passed your house. There was a light in one window—the third looking towards the Quirinal—I would have given much to know if you were up there. Who gave you those violets?' he asked abruptly.
'Delfina,' she answered.
'Did Delfina tell you of our meeting this morning in the Piazza di Spagna?'
'Yes—all.'