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If he did not pay, it would be different. It would soon be finished. Heaven send us a little money without any Englishman! Besides, Gigetto said the other day that he would wait for him at the corner of the forest. And Gigetto, when he says a thing, he does it." "And why should we go to the galleys if Gigetto waits for the Englishman?" inquired Annetta. "Silly!" cried the older woman.
In the meantime, Gigetto acted as though he were the older man's partner in the wine-shop, and as he was a particularly honest, but also a particularly idle, young man with a taste for singing and playing on the guitar, the position suited him admirably.
"I thought you had gone out," he said carelessly, to Annetta. The girl turned her head quickly. "I?" she cried. "And alone? Without even Gigetto? When do I ever go out alone at night? Will you have some supper, Signore?" "I have just eaten, thank you," answered Dalrymple, seating himself. "Three hours ago. It was not yet an hour of the night when you ate. Well at your pleasure.
It was understood that Gigetto was to marry Annetta if he could be prevailed upon to do so, for he was the younger son of a peasant family which held its head even higher than Stefanone, and the young man as well as his people looked upon Annetta's wild ways with disapproval, though her fortune, as the only child of Stefanone and Sora Nanna, was a very strong attraction.
"You will look so much at the Englishman that you will make blood with Gigetto, who wishes you well, and when Gigetto has waited for the Englishman at the corner of the forest, what shall we all have? The galleys. What do you see in the Englishman? He has red hair and long, long teeth. Yes just like a wolf. You are right. And if he pays for meat, why should he not eat it?
It was a letter dictated by Stefanone to a public scribe, instructing his wife to tell Gigetto that she must send another load of wine to Rome as soon as possible, as the price was good in the market. Stefanone would remain in the city till it came, and sell it before returning. "These husbands!" exclaimed Sora Nanna, with a grin. "What they will not do!
"You are making a good business of it with Gigetto, in truth!" cried the girl, scornfully. "He eats, he drinks, and then he sings. But he does not marry. He will not even make love to me not even with an eye. And then, because I love the Englishman, who is a great lord, though he says he is a doctor, I must die. Well, kill me!" She stared insolently at her father for a moment.
WHEN Angus Dalrymple had finished his supper, he produced a book and sat reading by the light of the wicks of the three brass lamps. Annetta had taken away the things and had not come back again. Gigetto strolled in and took his guitar from the peg on the wall, and idled about the room, tuning it and humming to himself.
They go, riding, riding, and they come back when it seems good to them. Who tells me what he does in Rome? Rome is great." Dalrymple laughed, put on his hat and went off, leaving Sora Nanna to find Gigetto and give the necessary directions. GIGETTO had refused to accompany Annetta and her party to the fair at Civitella San Sisto.
They are not stupid, the nuns. They know the price of this, and the cost of that, just as well as you and I do. But Gigetto's father, Sor Agostino, is their steward, if that is what you wish to know. And his father was before him, and Gigetto will be after him, with his pumpkin-head. And the rest is sung by the organ, as we say when mass is over. For you know about Gigetto and Annetta." "Yes.
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