Agnes and Lucy, he sighed deeply. The host brought the wine; his companion had seated himself opposite to him; Renzo filled a glass for him, saying, "To wet your lips," and another for himself, which he swallowed at a draught.
"What can you give me to eat?" said he, addressing the host.
"A good piece of stewed meat," replied he.
"Well, sir, a good piece of stewed meat."
"You shall be served immediately," said the host, and calling to the boy, "Serve this gentleman. But," resumed he, turning again to Renzo, "I have no bread to-day."
"As for bread," said Renzo, in a loud voice, and laughing, "Providence has provided that." And he drew forth the third and last loaf, picked up under the cross of St. Dionigi, and holding it up, cried, "Here is the bread of Providence!"
At this exclamation many of the company turned round, and seeing this trophy in the air, one of them cried, "Bread for ever at a low price!"
"At a low price!" said Renzo; "gratis et amore."
"Better still, better still."
"But," added he, "I do not wish these gentlemen to think evil of me. I have not stolen it—I found it on the ground; and if I could find the owner, I am ready to pay him."
"Bravo, bravo!" cried they, laughing louder still, not imagining that he was in earnest.
"They think that I jest, but it is really so," said Renzo to his guide, and turning the bread in his hand; "see how they have formed it—you would call it a cake, but they were so packed one on the other. If there were any with the crust a little tender, one might know they were fresh." Then devouring three or four mouthfulls of the bread, he washed them down with another glass of wine, adding, "The bread will not go down alone—my throat was never so dry—a glorious uproar we made!"
"Prepare a good bed for this young man," said the guide; "he is going to pass the night here."
"Do you wish to sleep here?" said the host to Renzo, approaching the table.
