“Gaspare,” Artois said, “I came home from San Martino. I found a note from the Signorina, begging me to come here at once.”
“Lo so, Signore.”
“I have come. What has—what is it? Where is the Signorina?”
Gaspare stood in the middle of the narrow doorway.
“The Signorina is in the garden.”
“Waiting for me?”
“Si, Signore.”
“Very well.”
He moved to enter the house; but Gaspare stood still where he was.
“Signore,” he said.