"He'll give you good advice."
"Won't he say anything about——"
"About what?"
"About money," said Anania in a whisper, putting his hand over his mouth.
"Bless me, what have you to do with money? You know nothing about it!" said the old woman raising her hands.
"Then I'll go."
On the contrary, he visited Bustianeddu; then went to the garden to take leave of Uncle Pera, also of the figs, the teazles, the far-reaching landscape.
He found the old gardener stretched on the grass, his stick by his side, at rest like its master.
"I'm off. Uncle Pera, good-bye. Keep well and take care of yourself."
"Eh?" said the old fellow who was growing blind and deaf.