After finishing negotiations, Mr. Garibaldi straightened the wrinkles in his clothes before leaving Mazzini's residence.
When Mr. Garibaldi arrived at the apartment's communal lounge, the old woman who was dusting the candlesticks with silk stopped her work and quickly walked up to Mr. Garibaldi.
"Sir, are you leaving now?" The old woman bowed, a flattering smile on her face.
"Hmm!"
Mr. Garibaldi nodded slightly, understanding that the old woman's attentiveness was entirely due to the 100 British Pounds in his favor.
Afterwards, Mr. Garibaldi casually asked the old woman how much time was left before Mazzini's rent would be due.
Upon hearing Mr. Garibaldi's inquiry, a glint of cunning flashed in the old woman's eyes. She hurriedly extended two gnarled fingers and said to Mr. Garibaldi, "Since the rent for this apartment is paid annually, there are only two months left until the next payment is due!"
