He looked up at her very seriously in the gloom. She thought of the meeting at the Festa, and longed to wring from Gaspare his secret.
“Don Emilio is here?”
“Si, Signora.”
“How long ago did he come?”
“About half an hour, I think, Signora.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Don Emilio told me not to bother you, Signora—that he would just sit and wait.”
“I see. And the Signorina?”
“I did not tell her, either. She was in the garden alone, but I have heard her talking on the terrace with the Signore. Are you ill, Signora?”
“No. All right, Gaspare!”