Gabriele D'Annunzio,
The Child of Pleasure — Book I, Chapter 3
(1889)
“ Andrea instantly slipped into it at Elena Muti's side. As the subtle perfume of the violets reached him, he murmured--'These are not those of last night, are they?''No,' she answered coldly.In all her varying moods, changeful and caressing as the waves of the sea, there always lay a hidden menace of rebuff. She was often taken with fits of cold restraint. Andrea held his tongue, bewildered.'Make your bids, gentlemen,' cried the auctioneer.The bids rose higher. Antonio del Pollajuolo's silver helmet was being hotly contested. Even the Cavaliere Davila entered the lists. ”
