I will see you home
"I’m afraid," he said in his airy manner, "that I have interrupted you, gentlemen. I was l-looking at the variety show; it is s-such a p-pretty sight."
"Sacconi was asking you a question," said Martini gruffly. The Gadfly’s behaviour seemed to him an absurd piece of affectation, and he was annoyed that Gemma should have been tactless enough to follow his example. It was not like her.
The Gadfly disclaimed all knowledge of the state of feeling in Pisa, explaining that he had been there "only on a holiday." He then plunged at once into an animated discussion, first of agricultural prospects, then of the pamphlet question; and continued pouring out a flood of stammering talk till the others were quite tired. He seemed to find some feverish delight in the sound of his own voice.
When the meeting ended and the members of the committee rose to go, Riccardo came up to Martini.
"Will you stop to dinner with me? Fabrizi and Sacconi have promised to stay."
"Thanks; but I was going to see Signora Bolla home."
"Are you really afraid I can’t get home by myself?" she asked, rising and putting on her wrap. "Of course he will stay with you, Dr. Riccardo; it’s good for him to get a change. He doesn’t go out half enough."
"If you will allow me, I will see you home," the Gadfly interposed; "I am going in that direction."
"If you really are going that way—-"
"I suppose you won’t have time to drop in here in the course of the evening, will you, Rivarez?" asked Riccardo, as he opened the door for them.
The Gadfly looked back over his shoulder, laughing. "I, my dear fellow? I’m going to see the variety show!"
"What a strange creature that is; and what an odd affection for mountebanks!" said Riccardo, coming back to his visitors.
"Case of a fellow-feeling, I should think," said Martini; "the man’s a mountebank himself, if ever I saw one."
"I wish I could think he was only that," Fabrizi interposed, with a grave face. "If he is a mountebank I am afraid he’s a very dangerous one."
"Dangerous in what way?"
"Well, I don’t like those mysterious little pleasure trips that he is so fond of taking. This is the third time, you know; and I don’t believe he has been in Pisa at all."