“Leave Adamo to me” (another giggle); “I will manage him” (another).  “Why, he might have shot the signorina’s husband—­the fool!”

This thought steadies Pipa for an instant, but she bursts out again.  “Oh hello!”—­Pipa gurgles like a stream that cannot stop running; then she breaks off all at once, and listens.  “Hush! hush!  There is Adamo coming, cavaliere—­hush! hush!  Make haste and go away.  He is coming—­Adamo; I hear him on the gravel.”

“Say nothing until the morning,” whispers the cavaliere.  “Give them a fair start.  Ha! ha!”

Pipa nods.  Her face twitches all over.  As Cavaliere Trenta turns to go, Pipa catches him smartly by the shoulder, draws him to her, and speaks into his ear: 

“To think the signorina has run away with her own husband!  Oh bello!”