“Well, meet me there in twenty minutes. We must avoid being observed as we pass out. But,” and I touched her delicate dress, “you will wear something warmer than this?”
“I have a long sable cloak that will do,” she replied, brightly. “We are not going far?”
“No, not far.”
“We shall return in time for supper, of course?”
I bent my head.
“Naturally!”
Her eyes danced mirthfully.
“How romantic it seems! A moonlight stroll with you will be charming! Who shall say you are not a sentimental bridegroom? Is there a bright moon?”
“I believe so.”
“Cosa bellissima!” and she laughed sweetly. “I look forward to the trip! In twenty minutes then I shall be with you at the place you name, Cesare; in the meanwhile the Marchese Gualdro claims me for this mazurka.”