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"Davvero? No. I don't believe it. You play with me. You wish to
frighten me."
"To frighten you! I don't understand what you mean. What can it matter
to you? You scarcely know these ladies."
The Marchesino pursed his lips together. But he only said, "Si, si."
He did not mean to quarrel with Emilio yet. To do so might complicate
matters with the ladies.
As they entered the Via del Popolo, and drew near to the Piazza di
Masaniello, his excitement increased, stirred by the sight of the
crowds of people, who were all streaming in the same direction past
the iron rails of the port, beyond which, above the long and ghostly
sheds that skirt the sea, rose the tapering masts of vessels lying at
anchor. Plans buzzed in his head. He called upon all his shrewdness,
all his trickiness of the South. He had little doubt of his capacity
to out-manoeuvre Emilio and the Signora. And if the Signorina were
favorable to him, he believed that he might even get the better of
Gaspare, in whom he divined a watchful hostility.


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