I was astonished. I asked him if he had told Baletti what he intended to do.
“You are the first person to whom I have disclosed my intentions.”
I could not treat him as a madman, for he did not look like one, and, concluding that there really might be the law he had alleged, I replied that I did not feel inclined to join him in his enterprise, of which I disapproved very strongly, unless his wife had actually robbed him of what she possessed.
“She has only robbed me of my honour, sir, and she left me, taking her talents with her. She must have made a great fortune here, and have I not a right to take it from her, were it only for vengeance sake?”
“That may be, but I ask you what you would think of me if I agreed to join you in an undertaking which seems a cruel one to me, however good your reasons may be. Besides I may know your wife, she may even be a friend of mine.”
“I will tell you her name.”
“No, I beg of you not to do so, although I do not know any Madame Constantini.”
“She has changed her name to Calori, and she sings at the ‘Haymarket.’”
“I know who she is now. I am sorry you have told me.”
“I have no doubt you will keep my secret, and I am now going to find out where she lives; for that is the principal thing.”