"He will die singing, like a swan."
"But do you know anything about it, Faraoni? Have you any idea how he has come to be implicated in the matter?"
"I learnt at his own lodging that he did not come home to bed the night of the ball, but was absent from home at the time the murder must have been committed. And then I was told that the men at the Porta Nuova had declared that they had seen him pass out of the city going in the direction of the Pineta at a very early hour that morning."
"Per Bacco! it is very strange. What, in the name of all the saints, could he be doing out there at that time, when all honest folks were in their beds?"
"Remember all the snubbing he has had from the poor Diva all through carnival. By Jove! it looks very queer."
"Do you remember how he turned all sorts of colours here last night, when we were talking of it?"
"And how anxious he seemed to say everything that appeared to make it bear hard upon Ludovico?"
"Yes, and contradicted himself. First, he knew about it, and then he knew nothing."
"Per Dio! I don't know what to think of it."
"So, then, there are now three persons suspected—Ludovico; and the Venetian girl, and the Conte Leandro?"