“Caterina said the same thing to me this evening.”
At that name he suddenly sprang to his feet, and took two or three turns about the room, like an unquiet lion. She pulled a chair in front of her, placed her feet upon it, and half closed her eyes.
“Are you going to sleep?” asked Andrea, standing still before Lucia.
“No, I am dreaming,” she replied, so gently that Andrea resumed his seat beside her.
“Tell me what you were thinking of just now?” she pleaded.
“I was thinking of something dreadful, but true.”
“About me?”
“About you, Lucia.”
“Say it.”
“No, it would displease you.”