again, and carrying on, with a terrible knitting of his brows, most weighty reflections.
"Thanks," he answered, "I will go to put away my cloak and come back at once."
"Lay your cloak down here," replied the Moro, not without some haste and a new tone of imperiousness not at all pleasing to Don Rocco.
He silently placed his cloak and hat on the table and sat down under the chimney-cap beside his host.
"You will excuse me if I have made a little fire," he continued. "I have been here at least a half-hour. I thought you were at home studying. Is n't to-day Saturday? And are you not obliged to say to-morrow morning the few customary absurdities to the peasants?"
"You mean the exposition of the Gospel," answered Don Rocco with warmth, for on that ground he knew no fear.
"A hint is all you need!" said the Moro. "Excuse me, I am a peasant myself, and talk crudely, maybe, but respectfully. Will you give me a pinch of snuff?"
Don Rocco held out the snuff-box to him.
"Is this da trozi!" said he with a wink. This word, as well as the expression "by-paths tobacco," was used in speaking of the tobacco which was smuggled into the State.
"No," answered Don Rocco, rising. "Perhaps I have a little of that upstairs."
