“Ah, what I came for! To put myself in hell!”
“You had better go back to Rome,” said Madame Grandoni.
“Of course I will go back, but if you will tell me who this one is! How can you be ignorant, dear friend, when he comes freely in and out of the house where I have to watch, at the door, for a moment that I can snatch? He was not the same as the other.”
“As the other?”
“Doubtless there are fifty! I mean the little one whom I met in the other house, that Sunday afternoon.”
“I sit in my room almost always now,” said the old woman. “I only come down to eat.”
“Dear lady, it would be better if you would sit here,” the Prince remarked.
“Better for whom?”
“I mean that if you did not withdraw yourself you could at least answer my questions.”
“Ah, but I have not the slightest desire to answer them,” Madame Grandoni replied. “You must remember that I am not here as your spy.”