"Remember—darling—I would kill myself."
"You'll live to be eighty, and die in your bed," he said, still laughing.
For a few days she was reassured. But on the first occasion, when her husband and Laura again went out together, her jealousy returned, and she suffered atrociously. Her conduct became odd and extravagant. Sometimes she treated Laura with the greatest kindness; sometimes she was rude to her, and would leave her brusquely, to go and shut herself up in her own room.
Laura asked no questions.
"When are we going to leave Sorrento?" Anna asked. But her husband did not answer, appearing to wish to prolong their sojourn there.
"Let us go away, I beg you, Cesare."
"So soon? Naples is empty at this season. There's nothing to do there. We'd have the air of provincials."
"That doesn't matter. Let us go away, Cesare."
"You are bored, here in the loveliest spot in the world?"
"Sorrento is lovely, but I want to go away."