“Sir,” she said quickly, “I assure you that we are but—”
“Brother and sister, cousins” —the man cut her off, a thread of laughter in his voice— “he is clearly too young to be your uncle.” He waved a hand that looked gloved in the air. “It is no concern of mine, signorina. I will leave you and your . . . ‘brother’ to resume your amusements, then. Buona notte!”
He strolled past them, his cloak rustling on the breeze as he whistled a light tune into the enveloping darkness.
Amadio muttered, “I warned you in the tavern that men would mistake you for a—”
She whirled on him. “Do not say that word with my name. If you had stayed home as I ordered you, I would not be so humiliated.”
“It was reckless of you to follow me, and unnecessary, as well. What, did you think Il Cavaliere Scarlatto had abducted me? I would like to see him try!”