"Perhaps I too am not old enough, to be young! Our youth—" she paused with a sob.
Francesco gazed at her solicitously.
"Even here?"
She gave him a wan, small smile.
"Just now, one might forget!"
"It is a great art, to forget," said Francesco tenderly. "You need it, Ilaria! What sufferings have been yours!"
She returned his look.
He understood.
Ilaria saw the pain written on his brow, as he looked at her with tenderness undisguised. She felt his spirit lying openly before her, as when they were both at the Court of Avellino.