“Yes. You don’t believe in the sincerity of my independence.”
“No, I don’t!”
“Is that courteous, towards a woman?”
“I am courteous only up to a certain point.”
“We have left that point behind. So be courteous again as before.”
“You are playing with me. I shall never forget it; I will be revenged.”
“So it’s a struggle for life and death?”
“No, a struggle for victory, for me.”
They had reached the atrio:
“Thanks for showing me round,” she said, a little mockingly. “The camera degli sposi, above all, was splendid. Don’t let us be angry any more.”