'Casaccio! cosa faceste?' shrieked the lovely Countess Grimanny.
'In nomine Domine!' groaned a fat friar.
'Caramba! vayase al infierno!' screamed Don Santiago Gomez.
'Bassama teremtete!' swore the Hungarian gentleman.
Louder squealed the bagpipes, their buzz filled the air, their shrieks went ringing up to MacGuilp like the cries of Dante's condemned. The duchess found the sound barbarous. MacGuilp opened his window, upon which the pipers strained their lungs for the Signore Inglese, grand amateur of the bagpipes. He begged them to go away. 'No, no, signore; we know you love our music; we won't go away.'
The duchess could stand it no longer, her Servant called the carriage, the English got in and drove off.
Still rung out the sounds of the six bagpipes. Caper threw them more baiocchi.
Suddenly MacGuilp burst out of the door of his house, maul-stick in hand, rushing on the pifferari to put them to flight.
'Iddio giusto!' shouted two of the pipers; 'it is, IT IS the Cacciatore! the hunter; the Great Hunter!'
'He is a painter!' shouted another.