Aslitta laughed again; but, singular thing, the laugh sounded like long-drawn sobs.
Count Hermann felt his hair stand on end.
"Let us play cards," he proposed; but before his comrades could say anything, a thunderous noise came from the direction of the Scala, mingled with loud cries.
"Long live La Luciola! Long live Italy!"
The officers hurried out. As soon as the hall was cleared, Aslitta strode toward Major Bartolomeo, and whispered in his ear:
"To-night in the little house on the Porta Tessina."