“Yes,” said he.
She raised her eyes again, and again they gave themselves to his. There was something in them, there was a glow, a softness ...
“Don't go,” she said.
Up at the castle—Peter had hurried down to the villa, dressed, and returned to the castle to dine—he restored the snuff-box to Cardinal Udeschini.
“I am trebly your debtor for it,” said the Cardinal.