“Whatever happens, you, my friends, will always love me?”
This question was addressed to both of them. They looked at each other: Caterina smiling, Andrea confused.
“Yes, yes, yes; I answer for him and for myself,” cried Caterina.
“You, too, Andrea?”
“Yes,” he replied, curtly.
“Lucia appears ... rather queer to you?” said Caterina, in the carriage, to her husband.
“To me...? No.”
“She is so unhappy.”
“I know....”
“How preoccupied you are!”