27Claudia seemed to be back to a new life. She had regained the calm and confidence her "south Italian" had inspired her from the first day he had expressed his feelings.
She told me later, with a sense of deep emotion, that no one before me had ever used such a dear, affectionate language, and now, not out of complacency but out of conviction, she justified my resentment.
What she told me now had previously expressed it to her friend Ginevra, to whom she had also added:
"I have found the man I have always dreamed of: decisive and sure. My love for him began with the first word he addressed to me. "
We took our best arrangements at Caffè Fietta. Time passed quickly and we had, unfortunately, still many things to decide and to do. On my head weighed the famous "Sword of Damocles": at an
