But, Julio, you do not answer?
Is not such a fate desirable ?" "I am overpowered by sleep," stammered Julio, almost unintelligibly.
A triumphant smile flitted across Turchi's face.
"To-morrow at two o'clock," he continued, "the officers of justice will make a domiciliary visit here, but the bailiff will permit no search which intimates a suspicion.

Since you have filled the cellar with fire-wood and empty casks, the bailiff will be satisfied that all is right.

Perhaps, Julio, I may be able to recall you in two or three months." Julio's head had fallen upon the table, but from time to time he started and muttered some indistinct words, showing that he was not in a deep sleep.

Without once removing his eye from him, Simon continued to speak, although he was convinced that Julio no longer heard his words.
Suddenly Julio groaned.

His head and limbs fell as though he had been struck by death; but the heaving of the chest and the deep scarlet of the cheeks proved that he was in a heavy sleep.
Simon quietly contemplated him for a while longer with a smile of satisfaction.