"Really, believe me, it's better not.... Goodbye, 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?"