After the girl had seen our hero pass from view, she entered the house
at the window of which Oscar had seen the dark face. In the room was a
desperate-looking man--a man one would fear to meet at night alone, for
every lineament betrayed the man to be a desperate scoundrel.
When the girl returned the man asked, as she entered the room, he
speaking in Italian:
"Who is he?"
"I do not know."
"What is his purpose?"
"I leave you to judge. I will repeat the conversation."
"Do so."
The girl exhibited a wonderful preciseness of memory by repeating every
word that had passed between herself and the stranger. The man listened,
and when the recital was concluded he said:
"You are bright; you intended to be very cute, but alas! if he is a foe,
as I believe he is, he invented those names. He knows you confessed to
an identity that is false, and therefore knows that there is something
wrong."
"What will you do?"
"He is to meet you to-night?"
"Yes."
"You are to guide him to the house of Argetti.
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