Regina smiled, a trifle contemptuously, not choosing to let him see all her excitement and delight.
Antonio looked at his watch.
"A quarter of an hour more. If there wasn't such a wind, I'd make you look out."
"I will. Put down the glass."
"I tell you there's too much wind."
"I'll look out all the same," she said, with the obstinacy of a spoilt child.
Antonio tried to open the window, but the wind was really too strong, and Regina changed her mind.
"Shut it up! Shut it up!" she cried.
He obeyed.