"A man whom I have often fed at my own table——"
"You never did but once," again interrupting. "Other than that he has never eaten a bite in this house, except the coffee and cake sister Silvia gave him early one morning when he happened to be here."
"Well, he didn't deserve even that."
Señora Valentino came on the veranda. "Why, my dear brother, what has happened? Your face is red and perspiring, and you seem excited."
"O, Silvia, sweetheart. Crisostimo has been saying mean things about your friend Captain Morando."
"And with reason," interjected Barcelo, gruffly.
"How so?" queried the sister.
"My confidence in this Morando has been shattered to pieces."
"And how?"
"Just what I've asked him," from the Colonel's wife.