"To be sure," said the other mechanically, and without knowing what he said.
"It is some intrigue," said the gossiper, "the women of our country go everywhere, to the church, to the court, and to the theatre. It would be odd if it were the judge's wife. They who always condemn others, sometimes must atone for it."
"Speak lower, Signor, speak lower; you may compromise her."
"True, true, but by St. Januarius, see what she is about now;" he spoke lower.
"What!" said the young man.
"She has placed her finger upon her pin, and looks this way, as if she was interrogating you."
"You are mistaken; besides, how can you see under a veil which way she looks?"
"There is no doubt about it, it is intended for us, and she wishes to speak either to you or to me."
Looking towards the person of whom they spoke, for the purpose of giving more force to his asseveration, he was amazed to see her white hand holding the diamond pin to her lips. The scene we have been so long describing had taken place in a few seconds. Prompt as was the reply of the young man to the interrogatory of the woman, his companion had perceived it. The latter being a man of good taste, and perfectly expert in the telegraphs of love, was persuaded that he had interfered in some love affair, and hastened to say to the hero of the adventure,
"Do not be afraid, sir, I have seen nothing. Well-bred people, such as you and I are, never speak of secrets we thus become acquainted with—and I am ready to maintain with my lip and with my sword, that you have not the slightest acquaintance with the lady there."