"You could take the train this evening, at Venzona, about two
kilometres from here, in the direction you are walking. In an
hour or two you would arrive at Milan; there you would change
into the train for Turin. You would be at Turin to-morrow
morning."

"Yes, Excellency."

"But if I give you money, you will not let people rob you? If
I give you a hundred lire?"

The boy drew back, stared, as if frightened.

"A hundred lire--?" he said.

"Yes," said Peter.

The boy looked at his sister.

"Pardon, Nobility," he said. "With your condescension, does it
cost a hundred lire to go to Turin by train?"

"Oh, no. I think it costs eight or ten."

Again the boy looked at his sister.

"Pardon, Nobility. With your Excellency's permission, we
should not desire a hundred lire then," he said.