Let him find it! Suppose he should find it elsewhere than in my summer-house?
in a sewer, for example?
Ah! anxiety had clouded my mind! Still, still, I have means for triumph! Oh, if Julio-would come! Could I only imagine in what tavern the rascal is gambling, I would send Bernardo for him." Saying these words, he approached the window and looked out.
"There comes the loiterer! He walks as composedly as if nothing weighed upon his conscience! He cares not for the preservation of my honor and my life; since the death of Geronimo he hates and despises me.

I must appear angry and indignant, for should he suspect the fear and anxiety torturing my soul, he would be insolent, and perhaps would laugh at my anguish." As Julio approached the house, Simon attracted his attention by loud talking, and having succeeded in this, he made signs of his impatience and anger until Julio reached the door.

He then closed the window, and assuming an expression of rage he turned to meet his servant.
When Julio on entering saw his master standing with folded arms and menacing countenance, a slight and ironical smile flitted across his face.
"Wretch!" exclaimed Simon, "did I not order you to await me here after Change?
Look well to yourself, or I will avenge myself by your blood.

You laugh! beware, or I will crush you like a worm!" "Come, come, signor, why give way to such useless anger?
It is not long since Change.

It is not my fault that you have been obliged to wait." "Have you not been going from tavern to tavern, gambling, as you have been doing the last five days ?" "Yes, truly.