Volume 2, Chapter 33: Roman Bandits

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌⁠The next morning Franz woke first, and instantly rang the bell. The sound had not yet died away when Signor Pastrini himself entered.

“Well, excellency,” said the landlord triumphantly, and without waiting for Franz to question him, “I feared yesterday, when I would not promise you anything, that you were too late—there is not a single carriage to be had—that is, for the three last days”

“Yes,” retu