Her husband looked at her curiously.

The suspicion crossed his mind that Don Giovanni had said something which had either frightened or offended her, but on second thoughts the theory seemed absurd.

He regarded Saracinesca as little more than a mere acquaintance of his wife's.
"As you please, my love," he answered, drawing his chair a little nearer to hers.

"I am glad that fellow is gone.

We can talk at our ease now." "Yes; I am glad he is gone.