“Right you are; I won’t drink any more.”
When they rose from table, Andrea offered his arm to Lucia, a courtesy he had omitted when they entered the room. Caterina said nothing. When she had installed them in the yellow drawing-room, one on the sofa and the other in a comfortable chair, she left them and went into an adjoining room to prepare the child for her return.
“Have you left off using musk, Signora Lucia?”
“Yes, Signor Lieti.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know.”
“Allow me to congratulate you.”
“Thank you.”
“Those flowers become you better. Who gave them to you?”
“You are curious, Signor Lieti.”