“Do not speak to me of Alberto.”
“On the contrary, you must let me speak of him. He is ill. I told him I was going to confession. You must drive me quickly back to town.”
“I will never take you back,” he said emphatically.
Lucia looked at him, inquiringly, but a transient smile flitted over her lips.
“You shall stay with me, you shall come with me. I will not let you go, Lucia.”
She looked as if she were too stupefied to reply.... “You are going mad, Andrea.”
“I am not going mad, I am speaking in all seriousness; my mind is made up.”
The carriage had reached the Bagnoli shore.
“Let us get down here, it is rainy and deserted; no one will see us.”
He obediently opened the carriage-door, helped her to get down, and gave her his arm.