He lied to her once more, for some instinct warned him that the name Ferentino might arouse some suspicion in Donna Maria's mind.
'Good-bye, then,' she said, and held out her hand.
'No—I will come up to the Piazza. My carriage is waiting for me there. Look—that is where I live,' and he pointed to the Palazzo Zuccari, all flooded with sunshine.
Donna Maria's eyes lingered upon it.
'Now there you have seen it, will you come there sometimes—in spirit?'
'In spirit always.'
'And shall I not see you before Saturday evening?'
'I hardly think so.'
They parted—she turning with Delfina into the avenue, Andrea jumping into his brougham and driving off down the Via Gregoriana.
He arrived at the Ferentinos' a few minutes late. He made his apologies. Elena was already there with her husband.