“Gaspare, wait one minute,” she said, quickly.
“Si, Signora.”
“I meant to ask you last night, but—well, we spoke of other things, and it was so late. Have you ever noticed anything about that boy, Ruffo, anything at all, that surprised you?”
“Surprised me, Signora?”
“Surprised you, or reminded you of anything?”
“I don’t know what you mean, Signora.”
Gaspare’s voice was hard and cold. He looked steadily at Hermione, as a man of strong character sometimes looks when he wishes to turn his eyes away from the glance of another, but will not, because of his manhood.
Hermione hesitated to go on, but something drove her to be more explicit.
“Have you never noticed in Ruffo a likeness to—to your Padrone?” she said, slowly.
“My Padrone!”