"I am vile and perfidious since I suspect others of vileness and perfidy," she told herself to.
Was it possible that Cesare could be guilty of such a dreadful sin, that he could be making love to Laura?
"What's the matter with you? What are you thinking about?" he asked his wife.
"Nothing, nothing."
"What's the matter?" he insisted.
"Don't ask me, don't ask me," she exclaimed, putting her hand over his mouth.
But one evening, when they were alone, and he again questioned her, she answered, "It's because I love you so, Cesare, I love you so."
"I know it," he said, with a light smile. "But it isn't only that, dear Anna."
And he playfully ruffled up her black hair.
"You're right. It isn't only that. I'm jealous of you, Cesare."