After a few hours of agony, the bully, who had insisted on bringing this fate on himself, died that same afternoon.
Then came the question who was to tell the Duke.

Who it was that undertook that disagreeable but necessary task, I forget.

But the Duke came out to the little _osteria_ immediately on hearing of the catastrophe; also the English clergyman officiating at the Baths came out.

And the scene in that large, nearly bare, upper chamber of the little inn was a strange one.

The clergyman began praying by the dying man's bedside, while the numerous assemblage in the room all kneeled, and the Duke kneeled with them, interrupting the prayers with his sobs after the uncontrolled fashion of the Italians.
He was very, very angry.