The young steward colored violently. He was astonished and silent.
"She loves you," said Gesualdo, simply.
Falko Melegari made a gesture as though he implied that it was his place neither to deny nor to affirm.
"She loves you," said Gesualdo, again.
The young man had that fatuous smile which unconsciously expresses the consciousness of conquest. But he was honest in his passion and ardent in it.
"Not so much as I love her," he said, rapturously, forgetful of his hearer.
Gesualdo frowned.
"She is the wife of another man," he said, with reproof. Falko Melegari shrugged his shoulders: that did not seem any reason against it to him.
"How will it end?" said the priest.
The lover smiled. "These things always end in one way."