Often, not always; for he had never been sure that he should have cared to make her his wife, had she been ever so well born.

He scarcely knew what he really wanted now, for he had lost his hold on himself, and was content with mere enjoyment from day to day.

He could no longer imagine living without her, and while he was conscious that the present state of things could not last very long, he could not face the problem of the future.
He did not answer at once, and she sat quite still, almost closing her eyes.
"Why should you be displeased because I am going to see Folco ?" he asked after a while.
"He comes to take you away from me," she answered, without moving.
"That is absurd!" cried Marcello, annoyed by her tone.
"No.

It is true.

I know it." "You are unreasonable.