Pah! The hypocrites! If the French said that, how
they would hold up their hands in pious horror! (He goes to the
inner door and holds it open, shouting) Hallo! Giuseppe. Where's
that light, man. (He comes between the table and the sideboard,
and moves the chair to the table, beside his own.) We have still
to burn the letter. (He takes up the packet. Giuseppe comes back,
pale and still trembling, carrying a branched candlestick with a
couple of candles alight, in one hand, and a broad snuffers tray
in the other.)
GIUSEPPE (piteously, as he places the light on the table).
Excellency: what were you looking up at just now--out there? (He
points across his shoulder to the vineyard, but is afraid to look
round.)
NAPOLEON (unfolding the packet). What is that to you?
GIUSEPPE (stammering). Because the witch is gone--vanished; and
no one saw her go out.
LADY (coming behind him from the vineyard). We were watching her
riding up to the moon on your broomstick, Giuseppe. You will
never see her again.
GIUSEPPE. Gesu Maria! (He crosses himself and hurries out.)
NAPOLEON (throwing down the letters in a heap on the table).
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