Afterward, will you join me in the veranda?
You will find coffee ready." I hastened to open the door for her as she passed out smiling; then, returning to the table, I poured out more wine for myself and Ferrari, who sat gloomily eying his own reflection in the broad polished rim of a silver fruit-dish that stood near him.

Giacomo, the butler, had long ago left the room; we were entirely alone.

I thought over my plans for a moment or two; the game was as interesting as a problem in chess.
With the deliberation of a prudent player I made my next move.
"A lovely woman!" I murmured, meditatively, sipping my wine, "and intelligent also.

I admire your taste, signor!" He started violently.

"What--what do you mean ?" he demanded, half fiercely.