"Let's walk," said Regina.
"Walk? When we can't get you along?" exclaimed the brother-in-law.
"Then we'll have the carriage," said Regina to spite him.
"Oh, I see! We've become aristocrats!" said the misogynist.
They found a carriage and drove up Via Nazionale, now beginning to empty and a little somnolent. It appeared immense under the white light of a heaven which had become all silver. In the distant and vaporous background of Piazza Termini, the fountains looked like huge crystal flowers. The great street was a thing of exquisite beauty at that hour, under that tender and melancholy sky, with that grand yet delicate background. Antonio looked at his wife, hoping at last to find a ray of admiration in her bewildered eyes. But the great eyes, shadowed and full of weariness, were only following the floating flags, and did not notice the grandeur and beauty of the splendid street. At Via Napoli he said—
"Let's throw a glance into those cross-streets. We'll perhaps find our street, Regianotta!"
"It would take me three months to recognise it. I don't know what to look out for."
"But you aren't observing!"
"Very likely not. What's the good of observing?"