"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."
And she offered him her hand.
"No," he said, "you struck me here, in the face. My cheek is still burning. I won't accept your hand."