"Madame Pratolungo," she remarked, "that is the first foolish thing you have said, since you have been here." "Wait a little, my dear," I rejoined.

"You have declared that nothing is known of this man.

Now you mean by that--nothing which satisfies _you._ He has not dropped down from Heaven, I suppose?
The time when he came here, must be known.

Also, whether he came alone, or not.

Also, how and where he has found a lodging in the village.