Little Pedro was watching the motions of the two servants like a lynx.
“Signore,” said he, “those two diavoli are prying about into every hole and corner.”
On this Aaron was sent to dig up the watch and money and bring the wine upstairs.
Soon after in came Pedro, strutting with a most consequential air.
“The French Captain, signore,” said he.
There followed him a fine, military-looking figure, armed cap-à-pie, and covered with martial dust. He advanced to the bedside with a quick step.
“I have had the misfortune, sir, to lose a limb,” said Boothby, “and I claim your protection.”
“My protection!” he replied, putting out his hand. “Command my devoted services! The name of an Englishman in distress is sufficient to call forth our tenderest attention.”
The Captain was a good deal affected by the kindness of his manner. Kindness can never be thoroughly felt unless it be greatly wanted.
He begged he would visit him sometimes, and he promised to bring a friend.