“Jealous?... When shall I see you again?”
“Really, believe me, it’s better not.... Good-bye, prince. And thank you ... for the violets.”
He bent over her hand. She went into the osteria and saw that Duco had witnessed their leave-taking through the window.
CHAPTER XXIV
Duco was silent and nervous at table. He played with his bread; and his fingers trembled. She felt that he had something on his mind:
“What is it?” she asked, kindly.
“Cornélie,” he said, excitedly, “I want to speak to you.”
“What about?”
“You’re not behaving properly.”
“In what respect?”