I could not trust myself to speak.
Besides, what was there that I could say?
"I summoned you back to Pesaro," she continued pitilessly, "trusting in your fine words and deeming honest the offer of services you made me.
Now that I know you, you are free to depart from Pesaro when you will." Despite my shame, I dared, at last, to raise my eyes.

But her face was averted, and she saw nothing of the entreaty, nothing of the grief that might have told her how false were her conclusions.

One thing alone there was might have explained my actions, might have revealed them in a new light; but that one thing I could not speak of.
I turned in silence, and in silence I quitted the room; for that, I thought, was, after all, the wisest answer I could make..