1st Lady. Really, sir! (leaves the table).
Mr. James. The Signorina Mora will not be left alone. There is a respectable woman with her—
2d Lady. A nurse!
Mr. James. —a very respectable woman with her who has been here since her mother died, two years ago. She is an elderly woman of very pleasant appearance and manners. Some one has said that she belongs to some charitable order that nurses the sick.
2d Lady (in a stage voice). “Juliet! Where’s the girl? What, Juliet!”
Gentleman. Ahem!
Scene III.
In the church of Saint X. the half of the Chapter on duty that week had just come out of choir, and were taking off their vestments and laying them away, each in his proper drawer in the wall of the sacristy. The sound of alternate singing and praying yet came from the church. A Novena was going on; and Monsignor Scalchi, the old canonico for whose place Monsignor Loredan waited so impatiently, officiated.
Some of the clergy hastened away, others lingered, chatting together. One stood watching the gloomy way in which Monsignor Loredan flicked a speck of dust from his broad-brimmed hat.
“Well?” said the young man, aware of the other’s gaze, but without looking at him.