She raised her eyes again, and again they gave themselves to
his. There was something in them, there was a glow, a softness
. . .
"Don't go," she said.
Up at the castle--Peter had hurried down to the villa, dressed,
and returned to the castle to dine--he restored the snuff-box
to Cardinal Udeschini.
"I am trebly your debtor for it," said the Cardinal.