But I was wrong.

With incredible effrontery and daring he lingered.

The morrow was a Sunday, and, on the Tuesday or Wednesday following, Cesare Borgia and his cousin Ignacio were expected.
Filippo was in the best of moods, and paid more heed to the Governor of Cesena's presence at Pesaro than he did to mine.

It may be that he imagined Ramiro del' Orca to be acting under Cesare's instructions.
That Sunday night we supped together, and we were all tolerably gay, the topic of our talk being the coming of the bridegroom.

Madonna's was the only downcast face at the board.