Maddalena. I have been to look for him at the post-office café.
Paolo. I told you to look in his room or in the garden. Was it necessary to run all over the country?
Maddalena. Well, he wasn't there. I thought—he wasn't at the café either, but they told me where he was. He'll be back shortly. He went to the station at Poggio to meet the engineer of the water-works. The tax collector saw him walking in that direction. He always walks. But he will return by the stage for the engineer's sake. The stage should be here at any moment. It is sure though—but are you listening?
Paolo. No, you may go.
Maddalena. Yes, sir. But it is sure that if the engineer of the water-works really has arrived, your brother will not go away to-morrow. You and the Madame intend leaving to-morrow, don't you?
Paolo. Yes, no. I don't know—yes, we will go to-morrow. Leave me alone.
Maddalena. All right, but see if I'm wrong; I say that your brother will not go to-morrow, nor the day after to-morrow. Here he is.
Mario. Were you looking for me?
Paolo. Yes, for the last hour.
Maddalena. Mr. Paolo—here asked me—