"I want to go for a walk."said the young Countess.
"And where would the mistress like to go?"
"I want to go somewhere that isn't this room. I want to think. I just don't want to be in here. I want to be somewhere else."she said.
"I'll go and…"
"No. I wan to go by foot. Not in the carriage, or anything. Just on foot."
"As her excellency wishes."
"Don't call me excellency. You and I both know I am not in reality a Condesa. I am simply the daughter of the Conde's sister."
She always got irritated by the title. After all, the title wasn't really hers. It was her uncle's. These stupid people only called her that because they knew they might be in trouble if they didn't. Oh, well, she would see that they were in trouble if they kept doing it in her presence. It always made her feel like they were taunting her, calling her something she really wasn't.
"I'm going to go out, and see what it's like here."said Lance.
"Probably like this place."Toad answered.
"I'm sure there are some pretty sights."he said. "I mean, we're probably just living here, cause we can't get anything better for now, but just you wait until we do have a little money."
"And where are you planning to get that money?"
"From people who have it, I suppose."
"We don't know anyone who has money. We just got here, remember?"
"And what if someone does recognize us."said Pietro.
"No one will. I mean, who would suspect. I don't' think anyone thinks twice about guys who live in these conditions. There are probably hundreds, anyway. No one will know."
"We're only here cause we got lucky."
"Yeah."
He shrugged, and walked outside. There was nothing, except people on the streets, probably begging for food, or peddling. The streets here, in this part of town, were dirty, as the only people who lived there were the poor. But he wouldn't live here forever. Well, he might. They had just escaped by chance, after all. They had caught the boat, and sailed for almost five months before landing. And that was a lucky shot. Otherwise, they would all have been hung. They were only trying to make a living, well, stealing wasn't really a living, was it? Still, they didn't have to make such a fuss about it. Pretty soon, he passed all these poor beggars, and began to walk toward the center of the city. There, now that was just where he would like to be seen. Ladies, dressed in elegant dresses, gentelemen, dressed in the best money could buy. And their guards, their maids, their butlers, everything. Life was just not just. While these people had everything, he and his friends had absolutely nothing.