Don Teodoro had a key and stood on the upper step, holding it in his hand and blinking in the warm sunshine.
"You know this house," he said.

"You have been to see me here once or twice.

If you want me, you can always send for me in the afternoon, for I only go out in the morning.

But I will come and see you.

When?
To-morrow, before noon ?" "Yes," Bosio answered.