"Si, signor, assuredly; but will not the signor refresh himself before he leaves?" inquired the host.
"No; I will refresh myself after I come back. Let me have the carriage as soon as possible."
"Si, signor," said the landlord, bowing himself out.
The duke, unable to rest, even after a long and fatiguing journey, walked up and down the floor of his little room, until the landlord re-appeared and announced the carriage.
The duke caught up his rough traveling-cap, clapped it on his head, hurried out and entered the rustic vehicle, dignified with the name of a carriage.
And in another moment he was rolling off in the direction of the Vine-dresser's cottage at the foot of the mountain.
CHAPTER XXXIX.
THE RIVALS.
The sun was setting behind the western ridge, and throwing a deep shadow over the valley, as the rustic vehicle conveying the Duke of Hereward drew up before the vinedresser's cottage, nestled almost out of sight amid thick foliage and deep shade.