I will leave you at once.

Permit me to wish you a very good-morning." He took his hat and went towards the door.
Before he reached the heavy curtain, she was at his side with a rush like a falcon on the wing, her eyes burning darkly between anger and love.
"Nino!" She laid hold of his arm, and looked into his face.
"Signora," he protested coldly, and drew back.
"You will not leave me so ?" "As you wish, signora.

I desire to oblige you." "Oh, how cold you are!" she cried, leaving his arm, and sinking into a chair by the door, while he stood with his hand on the curtain.

She hid her eyes.

"Nino, Nino! You will break my heart!" she sobbed; and a tear, perhaps more of anger than of sorrow, burst through her fingers, and coursed down her cheek.
Few men can bear to see a woman shed tears.