“Not worse than usual.”
“Then what is it?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing ... is too little.”
“It is nothing that spoils my life for me.”
“Don’t ask her questions,” said Alberto to Andrea, as they went on in front; “it’s one of her bad days.”
“What do you do when she is in one of her bad days?”
“Nothing. If she doesn’t care to speak, I ask her no questions; if she speaks, I don’t contradict her. It’s the least I can do for her. Do you realise the sacrifice she has made in marrying me?”
“What an idea!”
“No, no; I am right. She is an angel, Andrea, an angel! and a woman at the same time. If I could but tell you.... No lemons or oranges here, are there, Andrea?”