The glass was broken, and it is a stormy night." "That was just the way that window fell in five years ago," said Corona.
"Something always happens here.

I think I will go home--let us find my husband." No one would have guessed, from Corona's face, that anything extraordinary had occurred in the half-hour she had spent in the conservatory.

She walked calmly by Giovanni's side, not a trace of excitement on her pale proud face, not a sign of uneasiness in the quiet glance of her splendid eyes.

She had conquered, and she knew it, never to be tempted again; she had conquered herself and she had overcome the man beside her.

Giovanni glanced at her in wondering admiration.
"You are the bravest woman in the world, as I am the most contemptible of men," he said suddenly, as they entered the picture-gallery.
"I am not brave," she answered calmly, "neither are you contemptible, my friend.