"Oh, fra poco. They have gone to Rome."

"To Rome? You're trifling with me. People do not go to Rome
in August."

"Pardon, Signorino. People go to Rome for the feast of the
Assumption. That is the 15th. Afterwards they come back,"
said Marietta, firmly.

"I withdraw my protest," said Peter. "They have gone to Rome
for the feast of the Assumption. Afterwards they will come
back."

"Precisely, Signorino. But you have now the right to visit the
castle, upon presentation of your card. You address yourself
to the porter at the lodge. The castle is grand, magnificent.
The Court of Honour alone is thirty metres long."

Marietta stretched her hands to right and left as far as they
would go.

"Marietta," Peter enquired solemnly, "are you familiar with
the tragedy of 'Hamlet'?"

Marietta blinked.

"No, Signorino."

"You have never read it," he pursued, "in that famous edition