And now, I expect Messer Blondel in an hour, and have need, my friend, of thought and solitude before he comes.

Knock at my door at eight this evening and I may have news for you." "You don't think to resolve him to-night ?" Grio muttered with a look of incredulity.
"It may be.

I do not know.

In the meantime silence, and keep sober!" "Ay, ay!" "But it is more than ay, ay!" Basterga retorted with irritation; with something of the temper, indeed, which he had betrayed at the beginning of the interview.

"Scholars die otherwise, but many a broken soldier has come to the wheel! So do you have a care of it! If you do not----" "I have said I will!" Grio cried sharply.