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.'
Gesualdo winced, as though someone had wounded him.
'I am come to bid you go out of Marca,' he said simply.
The young man stared at him; then he laughed angrily.
'Reverend Vicar,' he said impatiently; 'you are the keeper of our souls, no doubt; but not quite to such a point as that. Has Tassilo sent you to me, or she?' he added, with a gleam of suspicion in his eyes.
'No one has sent me.'