“Gaspare!”
He saw the two figures start.
“Gaspare!” he repeated, coming up to them.
“Signore! What is it? Has the Signora—”
“I have not heard her. I have not seen her.”
“Then what is it, Signore?”
“Good-evening, Ruffo,” Artois said, looking at the boy.
“Good-evening, Signore.”
Ruffo took off his cap. He was going to put it back on his dark hair, when Artois held his arm.
“Wait a minute, Ruffo!”