“Have I been too long...? And Andrea?”
“I don’t know. He is in there, I think.”
“What have you been doing with yourself all alone?”
“Sai, I have been praying with the lapis-lazuli rosary.”
Caterina entered the bedroom. A black form was lying prone across the bed with open arms, like one crucified.
“Andrea!” she called, tentatively.
“What is it?” was the curt reply.
“Are you sleeping?”
“I was bored, and I came in here. Let me sleep.”
“Lucia? Who is to take her back?”