In a manner it had seemed, indeed, a wild and romantic adventure, which she should remember all her life.

But it had looked easy to do, whereas now, all at once, it looked very hard.

Again and again, on the way, she was on the point of stopping the carriage and returning.

It all looked so different, at the last minute, from what she had expected.
It was raining, and she should find Bianca indoors.

Probably she would be sitting in her boudoir, beyond the drawing-room, and Pietro Ghisleri would be with her.