“He said that was only your way of laughing at yourself.”
“The traitor! What did you say?”
“I don't know that I said anything.”
“You were reserving your opinion for my own hearing?”
“No.”
“Why don't you tell me what you thought? It might be of great use to me. I'm in earnest, now; I'm serious. Will you tell me?”
“Yes, some time,” said Lydia, who was both amused and mystified at this persistence.
“When? To-morrow?”
“Oh, that's too soon. When I get to Venice!”
“Ah! That's a subterfuge. You know we shall part in Trieste.”