The grateful warmth diffused itself through their frames, and Giacomo sank back in his seat with a sigh of relief.
"Do you feel better, Giacomo ?" asked his comrade.
"Yes, Filippo; I wish I could stay here till it is time to go home." "We will, then.

We shall get no more money outside." "The padrone----" "Will beat us at any rate.

It will be no worse for us.

Besides they may possibly ask us to play here." "I can play no more to-night, Filippo, I am so tired." Phil knew very little of sickness, or he might have seen that Giacomo was going to be ill.

Exposure, fatigue, and privation had been too much for his strength.