When I announced the projected journey to Stella with a satisfaction I made no attempt to conceal, she looked at me with an air of surprise.
“You have entirely forgiven Lorenzo, then?” said she.
“Yes.”
“Then I conclude he has at last acknowledged his offences and begged your pardon.”
“No.”
“No?... In that case, Ginevra, you have greatly changed.”
“Yes, a blessed change has come over me.”
“I have noticed it for some days, and if I ask what has produced it, will you answer me sincerely?”
“Yes, without hesitation. I will tell you the plain truth.”
And without turning my eyes away from hers, which were fastened attentively on me, I calmly continued: