She had written no letter.
Lieutenant Pierson, the officer in question, had ridden into the city once from Verona, and had called upon Antonio-Pericles to extract her address from him; the Greek had denied that she was in Milan.

Luigi could tell no more.

He described the officer's personal appearance, by saying that he was a recognizable Englishman in Austrian dragoon uniform;--white tunic, white helmet, brown moustache;--ay! and eh! and oh! and ah! coming frequently from his mouth; that he stood square while speaking, and seemed to like his own smile; an extraordinary touch of portraiture, or else a scoff at insular self-satisfaction; at any rate, it commended itself to the memory.

Barto dismissed him, telling him to be daily in attendance on the English lady.
Barto Rizzo's respect for the Chief was at war with his intense conviction that a blow should be struck at Vittoria even upon the narrow information which he possessed.

Twice betrayed, his dreams and haunting thoughts cried "Shall a woman betray you thrice ?" In his imagination he stood identified with Italy: the betrayal of one meant that of both.