"Poor cheek!" she said, teasingly. "Poor prince! Did I hit hard?"
"Yes."
"How can I extinguish that burning?"
He looked at her, still breathing hard, and flushed, with glittering carbuncle eyes:
"You're a bigger coquette than any Italian woman." She laughed:
"With a kiss?" she asked.
"Demon!" he muttered, between his teeth.
"With a kiss?" she repeated.
"Yes," he said. "There, in our camera degli sposi."
"No, here."