The world should see that he was doing his duty by the boy.
He left Paris with regret, as he always did, after writing to Marcello twenty-four hours beforehand.

He wrote at the same time to Settimia.
"Folco will be here to-morrow," Marcello said, as he and Regina sat under the pine-trees beyond the stream, a little way above the town.
Regina sat leaning against the trunk of a tree, and Marcello lay on his side, resting on his elbow and looking up to her.

He saw her face change.
"Why should he come here ?" she asked.

"We are so happy!" "He will not disturb us," Marcello answered.

"He will stop at Saint Moritz.