"I came to see them off," replied Sant' Ilario, coldly. It seemed
to him as though his companion must have followed him.
"So did I," said San Giacinto. "I heard the news late last night,
and only lay down for an hour or two."
"What time is it?" asked Giovanni, who supposed it was about
midnight.
"Five o'clock. It will be daylight, or dawn at least, in an hour."
Giovanni was silent, wondering absently where he had been all
night. For some time the two walked on without speaking.
"You had better come and have coffee with me," said San Giacinto
as they passed through the Piazza Barbarini. "I made my man get up
so that I might have some as soon as I got home."
Giovanni assented. The presence of some one with whom he could
speak made him realise that he was almost exhausted for want of
food. It was morning, and he had eaten nothing since the preceding
midday, and little enough then. In a few minutes they reached San
Giacinto's lodging. There was a lamp burning brightly on the table
of the sitting-room, and a little fire was smouldering on the
hearth. Giovanni sank into a chair, worn out with hunger and
fatigue, while the servant brought the coffee and set it on the
table.
"You look tired," remarked San Giacinto.
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