“It is all very well, gentlemen, to want the people helped at once,” he said, looking round upon the red-hot radicals with his calm and pitying air. “We most of us want a good many things that we are not likely to get; but if we start with the tone you propose to adopt, the government is very likely not to begin any relief measures at all till there is actual famine. If we could only induce the ministry to make an inquiry into the state of the crops it would be a step in advance.”
Galli, in his corner by the stove, jumped up to answer his enemy.
“A step in advance—yes, my dear sir; but if there's going to be a famine, it won't wait for us to advance at that pace. The people might all starve before we got to any actual relief.”
“It would be interesting to know——” Sacconi began; but several voices interrupted him.
“Speak up; we can't hear!”
“I should think not, with such an infernal row in the street,” said Galli, irritably. “Is that window shut, Riccardo? One can't hear one's self speak!”
Gemma looked round. “Yes,” she said, “the window is quite shut. I think there is a variety show, or some such thing, passing.”
The sounds of shouting and laughter, of the tinkling of bells and trampling of feet, resounded from the street below, mixed with the braying of a villainous brass band and the unmerciful banging of a drum.
“It can't be helped these few days,” said Riccardo; “we must expect noise at Christmas time. What were you saying, Sacconi?”
“I said it would be interesting to hear what is thought about the matter in Pisa and Leghorn. Perhaps Signor Rivarez can tell us something; he has just come from there.”