CHAPTER XXXIII
ROMAN BANDITS
HE next morning Franz woke first, and instantly rang the bell. The sound had not yet died away when Maître 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 last three days."
"Yes," returned Franz, "that is for the very three days it is most necessary."
"What is the matter?" said Albert, entering; "no carriage to be had?"
"Just so," returned Franz, "you have guessed it."
"Well! your Eternal City is a devilish nice city."
"That is to say, excellency," replied Pastrini, who was desirous to keep up the dignity of the capital of the Christian world in the eyes of his guest, "that there are no carriages to be had from Sunday to Tuesday evening; but from now till Sunday you can have fifty, if you please."
"Ah! that is something," said Albert; "to-day is Thursday, and who knows what may arrive between this and Sunday?"
"Ten or twelve thousand travelers will arrive," replied Franz, "which will make it still more difficult"
"My friend," said Morcerf, "let us enjoy the present without gloomy forebodings for the future."
"At least we can have a window?"
"Where?"
"Looking on the Rue du Cours."
"Ah, a window!" exclaimed Maitre Pastrini,—"utterly impossible; there was only one left on the fifth floor of the Doria Palace, and that has been let to a Russian prince for twenty sequins a day."76
