"And now you know it," he added.
She made no reply, and kept on with her work, but only mechanically. "She called you to tell you something," said Antonio to himself.
"Where were you last evening, Antonio?" she asked after a pause.
"In my club, Signora."
"When did you come home?"
"Late."
"But when?"
"At one o'clock, ma perchè?"
She had turned around to her little table on which lay her tools, which she was fingering.
"I only asked the question. We did not go to bed till late at night. We had a visitor—a cousin of mine—there was much talking and smoking—I got a fearful headache, and spent an hour in the garden. Will you pose again? Or shall we give it up? It is hard for you; I think you look tired."