Frà Giovanni cut him short with a gesture of impatience.
"Tell me," he exclaimed, "the Count of Pisa, is he not the woman's lover?"
"They say so, signorè."
"And he is at her house to-night?"
The man shook his head.
"Before Heaven, I do not know, Excellency. An hour ago, he sat at a café in the great square."
"And the woman—was she alone when you left her?"
"There were three with her to sup."
The priest nodded his head.
"It is good!" he said; "we shall even presume to sup with her."