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Updated: May 16, 2025
After that Stefanone haunted the Piazza di Spagna in the morning, talking a little with the models who used to stand there in their mountain costumes to be hired by painters in the days when pictures of them were the fashion. Many of them came from the neighbourhood of Subiaco, and knew Stefanone by sight.
"But I will kill you," said Stefanone, "if I see you making eyes at the Englishman." He rose, and taking up his hat, which lay beside him, he edged his way out along the wooden bench, moving cautiously lest he should shake the table and upset the lamp or the bottles.
He rarely worked on Sundays, having long ago convinced himself that a day of rest was necessary in the long run. As he was coming home, he saw Lord Redin walking far in front of him down the Corso, easily recognizable by his height and his loose, swinging gait. Griggs had not proceeded many steps further when Stefanone passed him, walking at a swinging stride.
Good bye profit a pleasant journey to Stefanone. But it is those nuns. They are to blame, and the devil will pay them." "In that case you need not," observed Dalrymple, rising. "I am going to wash my hands before supper." "At your pleasure, Signore," answered Stefanone, politely. As Dalrymple went out, Annetta passed him at the door, bringing in plates and napkins, and knives and forks.
The girl glanced at his face as he went by. "Be quick, Signore," she said with a laugh. "The beefsteak of mutton is grilling." He nodded, and went up the dark stairs, his heavy shoes sending back echoes as he trod. Stefanone still sat at the table, turning the glass wine measure upside down over his tumbler, to let the last drops run out.
Therefore Stefanone maintained for a long time that his lodger was in league with the powers of darkness, and that it was not safe to keep him in the house, though he paid his bill so very regularly, every Saturday, and never quarrelled about the price of his food and drink.
Stefanone returned from Rome, but it was a sad home-coming when he found that his daughter was gone, and unconsciously he repeated the very words she had last spoken when she was dying in Dalrymple's room all alone. "An evil death on you and all your house!" he said, shaking his fist at the door of the room. And Stefanone swore within himself solemnly that the Englishman should pay the price.
ONCE more Dalrymple was sitting over his supper at the table in the vaulted room on the ground floor which Stefanone used as a wine shop. To tell the truth, it was very superior to the ordinary wine shops of Subiaco and had an exceptional reputation.
Griggs might not have noticed it at any other time, but his thoughts had been occupied with Stefanone during the last two hours, and he resented what sounded like insolence. The tone implied that he had been on a fool's errand, and that Stefanone knew it. He said nothing, but stood still and scrutinized the man's face.
"It is wine," answered the cobbler when he had drained the glass. "It is a consolation." Then they began to talk together, and Stefanone questioned him about his interview with the tall gentleman an hour earlier. The cobbler really knew nothing about him, though he remembered having seen him several times, years ago, before Gloria had come. "You know nothing," said Stefanone.
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