Let me make an end of him by persuading him of his folly.
Yet Giuliana did nothing to assist me in that task.

She returned from the book-shelf, and in passing lightly swept her fingers over my hair.
"Come, Agostino; let us walk in the garden," said she.
We went, my mood now overpast.

I was as sober and self-contained as was my habit.

And soon thereafter came my Lord Gambara--a rare thing to happen in the afternoon.
Awhile the three of us were together in the garden, talking of trivial matters.

Then she fell to wrangling with him concerning something that Caro had written and of which she had the manuscript.