But she did nothing of the kind.
She came to see me.

I was alone in the house, late in the afternoon, when the sun was just gilding the tops of the houses.

I heard the door-bell ring, and I went to answer it myself.

There stood the beautiful baroness, alone, with all her dark soft things around her, as pale as death, and her eyes swollen sadly with weeping.

Nino had come home and told me something about the scene in the morning, and I can tell you I gave him a piece of my mind about his follies.
"Does Professor Cornelio Grandi live here ?" she asked, in a low, sad voice.
"I am he, signora," I answered.