Her eyes dwelt for a moment on his face. "Not now," she replied.
He returned the look searchingly. "You are going to?"
"Yes," she assented.
He still held her eyes. "I don't like it," he said slowly.
The ghost of a smile came into her face. Her eyes danced in the shadow of it. "No?" she said quietly.
"No!"
She waited, looking down and plucking at the silken fringe of her bodice. "Why?" she asked after a time.
He made no reply.
She glanced up at him. He was looking away from her, across the gay canal. His face had a gentle, preoccupied look, and his lip trembled.
Her glance fell. "Why not?" she repeated softly.