He had an idea that old Giorgio would choose that part of the house for a refuge.
His voice had penetrated to them, sounding breathlessly hurried: "Hola! Vecchio! O, Vecchio! Is it all well with you in there ?" "You see--" murmured old Viola to his wife.

Signora Teresa was silent now.

Outside Nostromo laughed.
"I can hear the padrona is not dead." "You have done your best to kill me with fear," cried Signora Teresa.
She wanted to say something more, but her voice failed her.
Linda raised her eyes to her face for a moment, but old Giorgio shouted apologetically-- "She is a little upset." Outside Nostromo shouted back with another laugh-- "She cannot upset me." Signora Teresa found her voice.
"It is what I say.

You have no heart--and you have no conscience, Gian' Battista--" They heard him wheel his horse away from the shutters.

The party he led were babbling excitedly in Italian and Spanish, inciting each other to the pursuit.