“'Urgente’ was written outside it. Is it really urgent, or is it only fancy?”
“Really urgent.”
He took a turn in the room and glanced at the clock.
“Shall we go to dinner? It is rather early, I think.”
“True, it is early.”
“And what does she write you...?” without infusing much interest into his voice.
“It’s too long to tell.”
“I understand you, Nini; I understand you. You would like to read the letter to me.”
“No, no....”
“Yes, you are dying to read it to me. You have not the courage to say so; but I guess it. I’m a bear, I suppose. Do you wish it noised abroad that I am a tyrant?”