"But how will you manage to get him to go with his uncle?" said Maria. "He will refuse to go, and insist on accompanying us, for his uncle is going directly home, which is what he does not wish to do."
"I'll manage that," said Mr. William. "I'll take a hint from his own way of proceeding. I will go off and leave him."
"O husband," said Maria, "that will never do."
"You'll see how I will manage it," said Mr. William.
So saying, Mr. William rang the bell. Pacifico immediately appeared.
"I wish to write a letter," said Mr. William. "Bring me some paper, and pen and ink."
Pacifico brought the writing materials, and laid them on the table.
"I have concluded to leave town this afternoon," said Mr. William, as he took up the pen and began to make preparations to write. "I intend to go as far as Civita Castellana to-night. We will set out at two o'clock. I wish you to go and find our vetturino, and direct him to be here half an hour before that time with the carriage, to load the baggage. He knows that we were going soon, and he will be prepared. In the mean time you may get our baggage ready. Copley's trunk, however, is not to go. Pack that, and send it by a porter over to the Hotel d'Amerique. I am going to leave him there under the care of his uncle."
"Very well, sir," said Pacifico; "I shall do it."
Pacifico retired, and Mr. William proceeded to write his letter. When it was finished, he read it to his wife, as follows. It was addressed to his father in England.