Now, I will go and get my breakfast.

I shall be back in half-an-hour.

I expect Signor Ercole Stadione here this morning." Signor Ercole Stadione was the impresario of the Ravenna theatre.
"And if he comes before you are back, Signor Quinto ?" asked Gigia.
"If he should come before I am back, let the boy call me from the cafe.
And, Gigia, whenever he comes, you can let him understand, you know, that your mistress is in her own room,--resting after the ball, you know.

He's hand and glove with the Marchese." "I wasn't born yesterday, Signor Quinto, though you seem to think so," returned Gigia, as the old man began to descend the stairs.
Signor Quinto went to the cafe, and consumed his little cup of black coffee, with its abominable potion of so-called "rhum" in it, and the morsel of dry bread, which constituted his accustomed breakfast; and then, as he was returning to his lodging, encountered the "impresario" in the street.
"Well met, Signor Lalli!" cried little Signor Ercole, cheerily.

"I was on my way to your house to settle our little matters.