"Bruno Rocco?"
"No, David Rossi."
"Have patience; he shall be punished," said the Baron.
"How?"
"He shall be put on his trial."
"What for?"
"Sedition. The law allows a man to say what he will about a Prime Minister, but he must not foretell the overthrow of the King. The fellow has gone too far at last. He shall go to Santo Stefano."
"What good will that do?"
"He will be silenced—and crushed."
She looked at the Baron with a sidelong smile, and something in her heart, which she did not understand, made her laugh at him.