"I don't think so. But you will see for yourself."
He and Laura returned to the engravings in the Figaro, which were very good. Stella left them.
Anna entered the room. Her heart was beating wildly. She did not speak. She sat down at the opposite side of the table on which the newspaper was spread out.
Dias said, referring to the pictures, "They're very clever."
"Very clever," agreed Laura.
Dias bowed to Anna, smiling, and asking, "How do you do?"
"Well," she answered.
"Signora Martini told me that she feared you were not very well."
"It's her affection for me, that imagines things. I am quite well." In his tone she could feel nothing more than pity for her. "I am only a little nervous."