"Caesar, Caesar." he cried. "Why do you call him that? Why do you doubt? What is he to you?"
She drew away with a look that brought him to his senses.
"There is no mistake," he mumbled. "He is Cardi. I know it. I—"
"Wait, wait; don't tell me." She went groping uncertainly to the door.
"Don't tell me yet."
A moment later he heard her call:
"Oliveta! Come quickly, sorella mia. A friend. Quickly!"
Oliveta—recognizably the same girl that he had known in Sicily—entered with her black brows lifted in anxious inquiry, her dark eyes wide with apprehension.
"Some evil has befallen; tell me!" she said, wasting no time in greeting.
"No. Nothing evil," Blake assured her.
"Our friend has made a terrible discovery," said Vittoria, in a faint voice. "I cannot believe—I—want you to hear, carina." She motioned to Norvin.