“No position at all. He is kicking his heels, as my father would say. You see, he has only just finished his military service.”
“As a private?”
“I suppose so. There is general conscription. He was in the Bersaglieri, I think. Isn’t that the crack regiment?”
“The men in it must be short and broad. They must also be able to walk six miles an hour.”
She looked at him wildly, not understanding all that he said, but feeling that he was very clever. Then she continued her defence of Signor Carella.
“And now, like most young men, he is looking out for something to do.”
“Meanwhile?”
“Meanwhile, like most young men, he lives with his people—father, mother, two sisters, and a tiny tot of a brother.”
There was a grating sprightliness about her that drove him nearly mad. He determined to silence her at last.
“One more question, and only one more. What is his father?”