Nothing occurred. There was still no sign, no revelation of the secret. Antonio did not take much notice of Madame, and she, more drooping and impassive than usual, turned her good ear to every one who spoke, now and then replying politely. But in her metallic eyes shone the vague and languid splendour of thoughts far away in matters of her own.
After a while Regina rose. Antonio followed her. They took leave and went away. Marianna ran after them to the ante-room, and kissed Regina on both cheeks.
"Me also?" said Antonio, offering his cheek.
"You to-morrow," she replied, carrying on the jest. Then she said, seriously, "Come about seven, as we've got to go out first. Ah!" she continued, following them to the door, "that man has been back. He offers 300 lire or a new fur. But Madame is firm in demanding her own; she says he'll have to be summoned."
"Well, we'll have him summoned," said Antonio. "But was the old fur a good one?"
"Why, it cost 900 lire!"
"We'll see about it. Au revoir!"
"Good-bye. Are you coming to Albano, Regina?"
"If Madame invites us," said Antonio, and they went out.
Regina has said neither yes nor no. They walked as far as Piazza dell' Indipendenza in silence. Then Regina raised her head and asked—