'Yes, he is out.'
'How long has he been absent?'
'He has been away a long time,' the old peasant muttered, and a groan from his wife echoed him.
'When is he coming back?' shouted Don Crescenzio, very agitated, taking an angry fit.
'I can't tell you; we don't know,' the old man said, shaking his head.
'You are his father; you must know.'
'He did not tell me.'
'But where is he gone? Where is that scoundrel gone?'
'To America—to Buenos Ayres.'