Wait here an instant; do not come down-stairs.

I will write it at once." When Julio was left alone he put his hand in his pocket, chinked the gold coins, and drew out a handful for the pleasure of contemplating them; but he soon returned the money to his doublet, and fell into deep thought.
"If," he muttered, "I could only set off at once! Here I am obliged to pass a whole night in that accursed pavilion! The signor thinks that Geronimo has been buried for five days, and his corpse is still above ground.

To fill up the grave is not much.

Suppose I let that alone, and leave this evening with the money?
No, no; I will execute faithfully what I promised.

My master is so generous to me, I will show him that I am not ungrateful." "Here is the letter of recommendation," said Simon Turchi, entering the room.