'Of Don Giovanni Saracinesca, Prince of Sant' Ilario, of Rome.'
'Age?'
'Twenty-seven years.'
'Your occupation?'
'A priest.'
'Present residence?'
'Rome. I am staying with my brother at Camaldoli.'
The corporal noted the answers rapidly in his book, and returned it to his pocket, buttoning his tunic again. Then he was silent for a moment.
'You have already given your account of the affair,' he said presently to Tebaldo. 'It is not necessary to repeat it. But this girl—what has she to say?' He turned to Concetta.
Gravely, but with gleaming eyes, the pale and beautiful girl came forward and faced Ippolito.