“Be it so,--so do mine, perhaps. Are we the less submissive to the laws?” “The laws can make themselves respected,” said the Podestà, sternly. “Where is this man,--how is he called?” “He is known as Guglielmo, sir. At this moment he is ill; he has caught the fever of the Campagna, and is confined to bed.” “We shall send to ascertain the fact,” was the reply. “Then my word is doubted!” said the youth haughtily. The Podestà started, but more in amazement than anger. There was, indeed, enough to astonish him in the haughty ejaculation of the poorly clad boy. “I am given to believe that you are not--as your passport would imply--a native of Capri, nor a Neapolitan born,” said the Podestà. “If my passport be regular and my conduct blameless, what have you or any one to do with my birthplace? Is there any charge alleged against me?” “You are forgetting where you are, boy; but I may take measures to remind you of it,” said the Podestà, whispering to a sergeant of the gendarmes at his side. “I hope I have said nothing that could offend you,” said the boy, eagerly; “I scarcely know what I have said. My wish is to submit myself in all obedience to the laws; to live quietly and follow my trade. If my presence here give displeasure to the authorities, I will, however sorry, take my departure, though I cannot say whither to.” The last words were uttered falteringly, and in a kind of soliloquy, and only overheard by the two strangers, who now, having received their papers, arose to withdraw. “Will you call at our inn and speak with us? That's my card,” said one, as he passed out, and gave a visiting-card into the youth's hand. He took it without a word; indeed, he was too deeply engaged in his own thoughts to pay much attention to the request. “The sergeant will accompany you, my good youth, to your lodgings, and verify what you have stated as to your companion. To-morrow you will appear here again, to answer certain questions we shall put to you as to your subsistence, and the means by which you live.” “Is it a crime to have wherewithal to subsist upon?” asked the boy. “He whose means of living are disproportionate to his evident station may well be an object of suspicion,” said the other, with a sneer. “And who is to say what is my station, or what becomes it? Will _you_ take upon you to pronounce upon the question?” cried the boy, boldly. “Mayhap it is what I shall do very soon!” was the calm answer. “Then let me have done with this. I'll leave the place as soon as my friend be able to bear removal.” “Even that I 'll not promise for.” “Why, you 'll not detain me here by force?” exclaimed the youth. \ A cold, ambiguous smile was the only reply he received to this speech.