He changed colour.
“I beg your pardon, Maria, I beg your pardon.”
He threw himself on a large sofa, without taking the hand she offered him. The woman remained standing, and looked at him.
“Shall we go out together, Emilio?” she asked patiently.
“No.”
“Let us go outside the city where there is nobody.”
“No, no.”
“In the carriage to Villa Pamphily? It is such a beautiful morning, and the air is so soft. Come, do.”
“No, no, no!” he exclaimed, without looking at her.
“Well, then, what ought I to do?” she asked patiently.