I know you are the friend of the Signora Laura, the widow of Giacomo Piaveni, shot--shot on Annunciation Day.

The Virgin bless him! I know the turning of every street from your house near the Duomo to the signora's.

You go nowhere else, except to the maestro's.

And it's something to spy upon you.

But think of your Beppo who spies upon me! And your little mother, the lady most excellent, is down in Baveno, and she is always near you when you make an expedition.