She got up early, like a woman who is used to work in the morning. She woke me up by doing so, and I watched her through my half-closed eyelids.
She came and went without hurrying herself, as if she were astonished at having nothing to do. At length she went to the toilet-table, and in a moment she emptied all the scent that remained in my bottles. She certainly also used some water, but very little.
When she was quite dressed, she sat down on her box again, and holding one knee between her hands, she seemed to be thinking.
At that moment I first pretended to notice her, and said:
"Good morning, Francesca."
Without seeming in at all a better temper than the previous night, she murmured, "Good morning."
When I asked her whether she slept well, she nodded Yes, and jumping out of bed, I went and kissed her.
She turned her face towards me like a child who is being kissed against its will; but I took her tenderly in my arms, and gently put my lips on her large eyes, which she closed with evident distaste under my kisses on her fresh cheeks and full lips which she turned away.
"You don't seem to like being kissed," I said to her.
"Mica" was her only answer.