He hesitated a moment, but natural courtesy won the day.
"I will go with you," he said, quietly.

A blush of pleasure rose to Madame Mayer's pink cheeks; she felt she had made a point, but she was not willing to show her satisfaction.
"You say it as though you were conferring a favour," she said, with a show of annoyance, which was belied by the happy expression of her face.
"Pardon me; I myself am the favoured person," replied Giovanni, mechanically.

He had yielded because he did not know how to refuse; but he already regretted it, and would have given much to escape from the party.
"You do not look as though you believed it," said Donna Tullia, eyeing him critically.

"If you are going to be disagreeable, I release you." She said this well knowing, the while, that he would not accept of his liberty.
"If you are so ready to release me, as you call it, you do not really want me," said her companion.

Donna Tullia bit her lip, and there was a moment's pause.