Perhaps by going to the village mentioned some information might be obtained.

He probably left her sufficiently provided for, and, departing on pretence of a day's journey, never returned.

He is a perfectly unscrupulous man, and thinks no more of this mad scrape than of shooting a chamois in the Tyrol.

He knows she can never find him--never guessed who he really was." "Perhaps she is dead," suggested Donna Tullia, her face suddenly growing grave.
"Why?
He would not have taken the trouble to kill her--a peasant girl in the Abruzzi! He would have had no difficulty in leaving her, and she is probably alive and well at the present moment, perhaps the mother of the future Prince Saracinesca--who can tell ?" "But do you not see," said Donna Tullia, "that unless you have proof that she is alive, we have no hold upon him?
He may acknowledge the whole thing, and calmly inform us that she is dead." "That is true; but even then he must show that she came to a natural end and was buried.

Believe me, Giovanni would relinquish all intentions of marrying the Astrardente rather than have this scandalous story published." "I would like to tax him with it in a point-blank question, and watch his face," said Donna Tullia, fiercely.
"Remember your oath," said Del Ferice.