Yet not anyone desires to discuss them, simply because should you do, it will get recognized after which humans begin gossiping. . . . and girls, as you recognize, merely belief those who do not speak. ' hence he learn me a lesson at the value of secrecy in amorous affairs; leaving me doubtful, in spite of the fact that, to whether he belonged to the class of guys who don't speak and who're relied on by way of ladies. I stated not anything extra approximately it that morning, yet replaced the dialog. however the suspicion had crept into my brain that, finally, my wife's accusations may need a few beginning. within the afternoon, as occurred usually as soon as every week, the farmer's eldest son, Angelo, got here to head over the debts with me. I close myself up with him within the research and, after analyzing the bills, introduced the dialog around to Antonio, asking him if he knew him and what he considered him. Angelo, a tender peasant with reasonable hair and an expression which mixed crafty with foolishness, spoke back with a touch malevolent smile: 'Yes, sure, we all know him, we all know him alright. ' 'It turns out to me,' I enquired, 'or am I flawed? - that you simply do not a lot take care of Antonio. ' After a moment's hesitation, he acknowledged: 'As a barber - there is no doubt he is a very good barber. . . . ' 'But... ' 'But he is a stranger here,' persisted Angelo, 'and strangers have other ways, as each person is familiar with. . . . possibly issues are assorted, the place he comes from. . . . definitely nobody in those elements can abide him. ' 'Why? ' 'Well - such a lot of issues. . . . ' And Angelo smiled back, shaking his head. It used to be a self-conscious, understanding smile and but packed with dislike for Antonio, as if the fault that the area people chanced on with the barber was once whatever that had a humorous aspect to it. 'What kind of issues, for example? ' I requested. I observed him develop critical; after which he replied, stressing his phrases in a touch unctuous approach: 'Well, you spot, Signor Baldeschi, within the first position he is continuously demanding girls. . . . ' 'Really? ' 'Ugh - and the way! . . . you have got no idea.... lovely or grotesque, outdated or younger, whatever does for him.. . . and never merely in his store, the place they visit get their hair curled - yet outdoor it too, ask someone you're keen on. . . . On Sundays he is taking his motorbike and is going prowling around the geographical region - as you could exit capturing . . . it truly is disgusting. yet I let you know, this kind of days he'll locate a person who'll positioned a cease to his methods. . . . ' Having now overstepped the restrict of his traditional reserve, Angelo had turn into loquacious, adopting a type of moralizing tone, particularly heavy and flattering, ordinary of a peasant who speaks roughly as he imagines his landlord likes him to talk. 'What approximately his spouse? ' I requested, interrupting him. 'His bad spouse, what can she do? She cries and will get all labored up. . . . he is taught her to shave his consumers, and each at times he leaves her in control of the store and will get out his motorbike and tells her he is going into the city . . . yet rather than that he is going around searching for a woman. Why, final 12 months . . . ' i made a decision that Angelo had now given me the entire info i wished; there has been not anything extra to be anticipated from him other than extra gossip approximately Antonio's stunning behaviour, and it looked as if it would me infrequently dignified to tug it out of him and hear it.