"Yes."
"I came home late. I didn't want to disturb you," he said, producing a cigarette, and asking permission with a glance to light it.
"You would not have disturbed me."
"I suppose it's nothing of much importance."
"It's a thing of great importance, Cesare."
"As usual," he said, with the shadow of a smile.
"I swear to you by the memory of my mother that nothing is more important."
"Goodness gracious! Act three, scene four!" he exclaimed ironically.
"Scene last," she said, dully, tearing a few beads from her dress, and fingering them.
"So much the better, if we are near the end. The play was rather long, my dear." He was tapping his boot with his walking-stick.