"Yes, monsignor; for they say that they never come back from the place he takes them to; or, if they do come back, that it would have been better for them to have stayed."
"And you hate him, I suppose?"
"No, I do not hate him, because they say that he inflicts much injury on the Neapolitans, and that if people only had the courage to help him he would do the country a great deal of good. But I am afraid of him, which is not the same thing by any means."
"You have been told that he was very ugly, I suppose?"
"Yes, because he has a long beard, and I think that he must resemble the monk I detest so. But isn't the monk coming? When he has come I can go away, can I not, monsignor?"
"Are you in a hurry to go, Mila? do you find it so very unpleasant here?"
"Oh! not at all; but I should be afraid to go home after dark."
"I will take you home."
"You are very good, monsignor; I ask nothing better, provided that nobody sees us. But about this Abbé Ninfo, are you going to do him any injury?"
"No injury. I presume that it would give you no pleasure to hear him shriek?"