When she said good morning to Maria Selva she felt the admiration she aroused.

She saw it in Giovanni's eyes also, but it was admiration of a different sort, and not of a sympathetic nature.

As soon as she and Noemi had left him and were on their way down to the gate, where the carriage was waiting, Jeanne asked her if she really had not told her brother-in-law anything at all?
Upon being reassured she murmured: "I thought you must have." When they had proceeded a few paces she pressed her friend's arm very hard and exclaimed, much pleased, and as though she had made an unexpected discovery: "At any rate, I am still beautiful!" Noemi did not heed her.

She was wondering if the name Dessalle had conveyed anything to the monk.

Had Maironi ever mentioned it to him?
If he had told him of this love, had he not perhaps concealed the woman's name?
At the bottom of her heart there lurked a lively curiosity to see this man who had awakened such a strong passion in Jeanne and had disappeared from the world in such a strange manner.