She still believed that Taquisara had overshot the mark of truth.

She waited for Gianluca to speak.
"We have met--I have had the honour of meeting you--several times already, Donna Veronica, since you came from the convent," he said at last, after a little preliminary cough.
"Oh yes!" answered Veronica, with a smile.

"We have often met.

I know you very well." "I was not quite sure whether you remembered me," he said.
He looked at her, and the blood rose and fell quickly in his cheeks, and his hands moved uneasily as he clasped them upon one of his knees.
"You must think that I have a very poor memory," observed Veronica, still smiling, not intentionally, but because she was young enough, and therefore cruel enough, to be amused by his embarrassment.

"The last time I saw you was at the theatre, I think--at the opening night, last week--ten days ago--when was it ?" "Yes," he answered quickly.