'Well, work hard.'
The fifth was Marzano, the lawyer, his head shaking, but still burning with the frenzy.
'You know, thousands of sheets of stamped paper are sold in Naples: why do you not try for a license?'
He whispered rather than said it, and the old man looked wonderingly, suspiciously at him, and went off hanging his head.
The sixth that came up was Dr. Trifari. He hesitated, for he had ill-treated the medium too much in the prison days. Still, he was treated with great civility.
'To get rid of your worries, why do you not sell all in your village and bring your parents here?'
'I never thought of it. I will consider it.'
The seventh was Don Crescenzio, the lottery-banker at Nunzio Lane, whom Don Pasqualino had had a long intimacy with. They spoke in a whisper. No one could hear what was said.
'How foolish Government is!' said the medium.
'What is that you are saying?' cried out the other, alarmed.