“It is not likely that he will give you the right particulars,” said Donna Teresa scornfully.
“Eccellenza, it is a mere form. He is very well known.”
“As you please. I cannot oblige you to do your duty, only you must understand that I shall complain to the questura.”
She turned sharply away, without flinging a glance upon Wilbraham, but when she had gone a few yards she heard one woman say to another—
“Ah, they would not arrest him—not they!”
Teresa stopped.
“Who is he?”
The woman hesitated.
“Eh, madama?”
“So you are afraid, too!” said Teresa imperiously. “Don’t you see it is over?”