Jaco. (without, R. 3 E.) Marietta!
(Todd rushes off precipitately, L. 3 E.; Marietta pretends to busy herself about household matters)
Enter Jacopo Terreboli, R. 3 E.
Jaco. (entering) Marietta! The girl can hear no voice, but her own. (yawns) Aw! Awh! I’ve had rather a long nap—what’s the hour, Marietta?
Mari. (up, L.) The moon has just risen, uncle.
Jaco. (R.) And Grimbaldi not returned yet. (whistle outside, at back) Hah! there they come. Go and open the door, niece.
Marietta exits, 2 E. R.
St. Nicholas, send us some luck! For the last three weeks there hasn’t been a traveller between Itri and Naples worth stopping, till this morning, when I had a crack at a fellow mounted on a mule, who looked as if his pockets were well lined; but he must have been the devil, for he disappeared like a stone in a lake, after lodging a bullet in Giuseppe’s shoulder.
Re-enter Marietta, R. 2 E., followed by Mrs. Todd and Grimbaldi, with a Brigand carrying luggage.
Mari. (as she enters) My uncle, signora.