He was still deadly pale, but his hand was unclenched, and as he spoke he rested his head upon it, looking down at the tablecloth.
"Everybody says that you are in love with the Astrardente, and that her husband is beginning to notice it." "It is enough, sir," said Giovanni, in low tones.

"I will consider this marriage you propose.

Give me until the spring to decide." "That is a long time," remarked the old Prince, resuming his seat and beginning to peel an orange, as though nothing had happened.

He was far from being calm, but his son's sudden change of manner had disarmed his anger.

He was passionate and impetuous, thoughtless in his language, and tyrannical in his determination; but he loved Giovanni dearly for all that.
"I do not think it long," said Giovanni, thoughtfully.