She drew back, lifted her face from her hands, and stood straight up against the curtain of the window. In a moment she heard the sound of oars in the water, and saw that the boat was from the island, and that Gaspare was in it alone. He looked up, saw her, and raised his cap, but with a rather reluctant gesture that scarcely indicated satisfaction or a happy readiness to greet her. She hesitated, then called out to him.
“Good-morning, Gaspare.”
“Good-morning, Signora.”
“How early you are up!”
“And you, too, Signora.”
“Couldn’t you sleep?”
“Signora, I never want much sleep.”
“Where have you been?”
“I have been for a row, Signora.”
He lifted his cap again and began to row in. The boat disappeared into the Saint’s Pool.