He dared not prolong it.

Even as he looked at her, her lips quivered and her eyes swam.
"Good-night, my friend," said he.
She conducted him along a wide gallery to the great staircase where her lackeys waited.

Then he bowed to her and she curtsied low to him, but no word was spoken by either.

This little comedy must needs be played in pantomime lest the actors should spoil it with a show of broken hearts.
Maria Vittoria went back to the room.

She could have hindered Wogan if she had had the mind.