If only he could open a window, hold out his mouth to the waters of heaven! An electric bell sounded, and at last he hears steps in the anteroom.
Here is the Commendatore, in his hat and overcoat.

He closes the door behind him, gathers up the papers lying on the table, and says to Benedetto, with a disdainful air: "Mark this.

We give you three days in which to leave Rome.

Do you understand ?" Without even waiting for an answer, he pressed a bell.

The usher entered, and he commanded: "Show him out!" * * * * * On reaching the great stairway with his guide, Benedetto, believing himself free to descend, begged for a little water.
"Water ?" the usher replied.