“You have always stood between the Padrona and trouble whenever you could. You always will—I am sure of that.”
“Si, Signore.”
“Do you think there is any danger to the Signora’s happiness here?”
“Here, Signore?”
Gaspare’s emphasis seemed to imply where they were just then standing. Artois was surprised, then for a moment almost relieved. Apparently Gaspare had no thought in common with the strange, the perhaps fantastic thought that had been in his own mind.
“Here—no!” he said, with a smile. “Only you and I are here, and we shall not make the Signora unhappy.”
“Chi lo sa?” returned Gaspare.
And again that ironical expression was in his eyes.
“By here I meant here in Naples, where we all are—or on the island, for instance.”
“Signore, in this life there is trouble for all.”