noon
`` Do not be a fool , Santi , I am not dead yet , '' he said , with kindly impatience . `` Get up and send for Don Orsino Saracinesca , if he is still in Rome . '' Santi left the room , drying his eyes and uttering incoherent exclamations of astonishment mingled with a singular cross fire of praise and prayer directed to the Saints and of imprecations upon himself for his own stupidity . Before noon Orsino appeared . He was gaunt and pale , and more like San Giacinto than ever . There was a settled hardness in his face which was never again to disappear permanently . But he was horror-struck by Spicca 's appearance .