“No!” he exclaimed, with an angry gesture; “I don’t want to.”
“Emilio,” she continued, in a voice still more persuasive, “I know that it is on my account that you are not going to Cecilia Metella. I beg you not to renounce this pleasure.”
“Thank you; I shall not go,” he said drily.
Maria got up suddenly, as if she had nothing further to say.
“Where are you going?” he exclaimed, rising from his seat and following her for a few steps.
“To my room,” she replied, a little surprised; “then I shall go out.”
“To go where?” he asked again harshly.
“I don’t know; I shall go for a walk somewhere,” she said, still more surprised.
“Where?” and anger trembled in the demand.
“Emilio!” she exclaimed in sweet reproach; “Emilio!”