"And he killed Desdemona," said Anna.
"Does it strike you that I look like Desdemona?"
"Not you, not you."
"And who then?"
"Laura."
"Your folly is becoming dangerous, Anna."
"Imminently, terribly dangerous, Cesare."
"Fortunately you take it out in words, not in actions," he concluded, smiling.
She wrung her hands.
"Last night Laura owed her life to a miracle," she said.