“To the Court? This lawsuit will make you ill.”
“Then I shall have to get well again.”
“Listen to me. Suppose you let the neighbour have his own way?”
“It’s a question of self-respect; but perhaps you are right after all.”
“This lawsuit is a nuisance. This morning Alberto sent for you, and you were out.”
“Who is Alberto?”
“Alberto Sanna.”
“What did he want?”
“The maid told me that he wanted to see you, to ask you to attend to some business for him because he was confined to the house. She told me in confidence that Lucia wished me to know that Alberto spat blood last night in his sleep, but that he did not know it, and they were hiding it from him. She also said that Lucia was crying.”
“And Alberto is another nuisance,” he rejoined, crossly and with a shrug of his shoulders.