But Bosio grew paler, Veronica thought, and looked very nervous.

At table, he was opposite Veronica, and he reminded her more than ever of Van Dyck's portraits, so that she wondered why she had never before thought of the general resemblance.

He talked less than at luncheon, and sometimes his eyes rested on hers with an expression which she could not understand.

But there was admiration in it, as well as something else.

Veronica herself was animated, and had never looked so well before, in the recollection of the other three.
After dinner Gregorio disappeared almost immediately, and at the end of a quarter of an hour Matilde left the room, merely observing that she was going to write letters and would come back when she had finished.
Bosio and Veronica were alone.
To her, it seemed to have come suddenly at the end, and she did not quite realize how it was that she found herself standing on one side of the fireplace, while he stood on the other.
They looked at each other a moment.