For a moment Vittoria remained silent, her eyes closed. When she replied it was not in answer to the question. "I can never return to Sicily, for it would awaken nothing but distress in me. But there is no reason why you should not go if you wish. You have the means, while all that I had has been given to the Sisters."
Oliveta cried out at this passionately. "I have nothing. That which you gave me I hold only for you. But I would not go alone; I shall never leave you."
"Some time you must, my dear. Our parting is not far off."
"I am not sure." The peasant girl hesitated. "Deep in your heart, do you hope to find peace inside the walls of that hospital?"
"Yes—peace, at least; perhaps contentment and happiness also."
"That is impossible," said Oliveta, at which Vittoria's hazel eyes flew open.
"Eh? Why not?"
"Because you love this Signore Blake!"
"Oliveta! You are losing your wits."
"Perhaps! But I have not lost my eyes. As for him, he loved you even in
Sicily."