I have hurried off a messenger to the Chief.

Until we hear from him, nothing can be done.

I left Ugo Corte storming against us Milanese, threatening, as usual, to work without us, and have a Bergamasc and Brescian Republic of his own.

Count Medole is for a week's postponement.
Agostino smiles and chuckles, and talks his poetisms.' 'Until you hear from the Chief, nothing is to be done ?' Laura said passionately.

'Are we to remain in suspense?
Impossible! I cannot bear it.