What else can I tell you?
He is impatient.

His nerves shake him, and he does not eat.

Morning and evening he asks, 'Father, what will it be ?' So, to content him, I have come to disturb you." "Not in the least, dear Duca!" The door opened again, and Gregorio Macomer entered the room, having been informed of the presence of a visitor.

The Duca looked up, and his head shook involuntarily, as he at once began the slow process of getting upon his legs.

But Macomer was already pressing him into his seat again, holding the old hand in both of his with an appearance of much cordiality.
"I hope that Gianluca is no worse ?" he said, with an interrogation that expressed friendly interest.
"Better he is not," answered the Duca, sadly.