“All the more ... all the more because his misfortune might befall any of us,” he added, so low that she did not hear him. A sudden terror had blanched his face.
III.
“This morning I feel so well, that I shall go for a ride.”
“It would be imprudent, Alberto,” said his wife, from her sofa.
“No, no; it will do me good. I shall ride Tetillo, a quiet horse that Andrea is having saddled for me. A two hours’ ride on the Naples road....”
“It is too sunny, dear Alberto.”
“The sun will warm my blood. I am recovering my health, Lucia mia. I am getting quite fat. What are your plans?”
“I don’t care for anything. Perhaps I shan’t go out. I am bored.”
“Bad day,” murmured Alberto, as, clanking the silver spurs on his polished boots, he took his departure.
Later on Caterina knocked at her door.