But Phil, who, as we know, had eaten a good supper at Mrs.Hoffman's, felt very little appetite.

He slyly gave his bread to one of the boys, who, on account of the small sum he brought home, had been sentenced to go without.

But the sharp eyes of the padrone, which, despite his occupation, managed to see all that was going on, detected this action, and he became suspicious that Phil had bought supper out of his earnings.
"Why did you give your bread to Giuseppe ?" he demanded.
"Because I was not hungry," answered Phil.
"Why were you not hungry?
Did you buy some supper ?" "No, signore." "Then you should be hungry." "A kind lady gave me some supper." "How did it happen ?" "I knew her son.

His name is Paolo.

He asked me to go home with him.
Then he gave me a good supper." "How long were you there?
You might have been playing and brought me some more money," said the padrone, who, with characteristic meanness, grudged the young fiddler time to eat the meal that cost him nothing.
"It was not long, signore." "You can eat what is given you, but you must not waste too much time." A boy entered next, who showed by his hesitating manner that he did not anticipate a good reception.