“Did you tell him I should be here?”
“No; I feared to tell him, signorina.”
“Good. Where is he now?”
“Still at the signora’s.”
“Then he does not know I am here?”
“No, signorina, he goes to Rome to-morrow.” Lola was silent for a few moments. She was reflecting deeply.
“You say that Velia is here—eh? Then Enrico has come to see her, I suppose?” she asked.
“I believe so. They met before at the house of old Madame Mortara’s and again to-night.”
“Benissimo, Pietro. Now tell me, what have you found out?”
“Not very much, signorina, I regret to say. They are too wary, these people. I know, however, they are watching your friend the Englishman. And they mean mischief, too.”