"Roma!"
It was not at first that she realised what was happening, but after a moment she recovered from her bewilderment, and extinguished the candle lest Rossi should be seen from outside.
They were in the dark, save at intervals when the revolving light in its circuit of the city swept across the studio, and lit up their faces as by a flash of lightning. He seemed to be dazed. His weary eyes looked as if their light were almost extinct.
"You are safe? You are well?" she asked.
"O God! what sights!" he said. "You have heard what has happened?"
"Yes, yes! But you are not injured?"
"The people were peaceful and meant no evil, but the soldiers were ordered to fire, and our little boy is dead."
"Don't let us speak of it.... The police were told to arrest you, but you have escaped thus far, and now...."
"Bruno is taken, and hundreds of others are in prison."
"But you are safe? You are well? You are uninjured?"