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The doctor's anxious and excited expression resolved itself instantly into a polite smile. "We were only playing," he said suavely. "A little discussion a mere jest. Our friend Stefanone was explaining something." "If the table had been narrower, he would have explained you away altogether," observed Dalrymple, coming forward.
She was not dead yet, but no earthly power could save her. She lay white and motionless on the high trestle bed, unconscious of his presence. They had sent a messenger for him, and he had come. The door was locked. Stefanone and his wife whispered together on the landing. In the third room, beyond, the nurse was shedding hysterical tears over the sleeping child.
It was perfectly clear that Stefanone was dogging the Scotchman's steps. The latter crossed the Piazza di Spagna, and entered the deep archway of his hotel. The peasant slackened his speed at once and lounged across the square towards the foot of the great stairway which leads up to the Trinit
It was long before the cobbler got an opportunity of speaking with Griggs, and when he had the chance, he forgot all about it, though Stefanone reminded him of it from time to time. But when he at last spoke of the matter he was surprised to find that Stefanone had been quite right, as Griggs admitted without the least hesitation.
The peasant had probably seen him, but chose to take no notice of him. Griggs allowed him to get a fair start and then quickened his own pace, so as to keep him in view. Lord Redin swung along steadily and turned up the Via Condotti. Stefanone almost ran, till he, too, had turned the corner of the street. Griggs, without running, nearly overtook him as he took the same turn a moment later.
Dalrymple sat up suddenly and listened, wide awake at once. The square of his window was faintly visible in the darkness, as though the dawn were breaking. He called out, asking who was outside. "Get up, Signore! Get up! You are wanted quickly!" It was Stefanone.
A loud cry from Gloria startled the old woman. "Angus Dalrymple but " Gloria read the name and stared at Nanna. "Eh, eh!" assented Nanna, nodding violently and smiling a little as she at last recognized the Scotchman's name which she had never been able to pronounce. "Yes that is it. That was the name of the Englishman. An evil death on him and all his house! Stefanone says it always.
"And may the devil go with you," said Stefanone, under his breath, as the doctor disappeared. "Why?" inquired Dalrymple, who had caught the words. "I said nothing," answered the peasant, thoughtfully trimming one wick of the lamp with the bent brass wire which, with the snuffers, hung by a chain from the ring by which the lamp was carried. "I thought you spoke," said the Scotchman.
He shrugged one round shoulder, by way of assent, held his head a little on one side and stretched out his black hand with the glass in it, to the light. He tasted it, smelt it, and looked up at Stefanone before he drank in earnest. "Black soul!" he exclaimed by way of an approving asseveration. "This is indeed wine!" "He took it for vinegar!" observed Stefanone, speaking to the air.
Then Stefanone, instead of following him into the church, sat down outside the wine shop on the right, just opposite the end of the Colonnade. He ordered a measure of wine and prepared to wait, for he guessed that Lord Redin would remain in the church at least an hour.
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