“Where?”
“On the square of the cathedral.”
“Yes, very well. And something shall be done, something shall be done.”
“Which of these good gentlemen will show me an inn, where I may obtain refreshment and repose for the night?” said Renzo.
“I am the one for your service, worthy youth,” said one, who had listened to the sermon very attentively, but had not yet opened his mouth; “I know an inn, that will suit you exactly; I will recommend you to the keeper, who is my friend, and moreover a very honest man.”
“Near by?”
“Not very far off.”
The assembly dissolved; and Renzo, after many shakes of the hand, from persons unknown, followed his guide, adding many thanks for his courtesy.
“It is nothing, it is nothing,” said he; “one hand washes the other, and both the face. We ought to oblige our neighbour.” As they walked along, he put many questions to Renzo, by way of discourse.
“It is not from curiosity, nor to meddle with your affairs, but you appear to be fatigued. From what country do you come?”