Then Valade—was the man as big a fool as Nicholas?—tried again. Her mother tried to soothe her with tales of romance and love, of all the fineries that she would enjoy in the Palazzo, but all Lucia could do was cry until her cheeks twitched and her forehead ached. He was and always would be dramatizing his emotions; perpetually he would be confounding his actual with his imaginary self. She controlled herself, and answered meekly, “No. He was still thickly clad in jeans. Afterwards we started for a motor ride to a place outside Paris for déjeuner, and I suppose the man’s nerve failed him. “There is one thing I must concentrate on at the moment,” she told herself, “and that is how to pay my next week’s bill to Mrs.
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