“I will go to her.”
She went, followed by the serpentine folds of her white train. Andrea sat down, unconsciously rested his head where she had rested hers, and inhaled the lingering perfume of her hair. He rose and walked about the room to rid himself of the mists that seemed to be clouding his brain.
Caterina, in the other room, knew not how to break it to Lucia. The words refused to come, for the tall white-robed maiden, standing erect, without a quiver of her eyelid, intimidated her.
“I think ... I think it would bore you to have to come with me to the College.”
“What for?”
“To take Giuditta back.”
“I won’t go. You go alone. That College depresses me.”
“I would go, if it were not for leaving you alone. But I shall not be long; just the time to drive Giuditta there, and come back.”
“Go; I like being alone.”
“It’s ... that I should like to....”