The girl started, waved her hand, drew back, and disappeared.
"I'm glad she saw us."
Gaspare laughed, but said nothing. They put on their boots and stockings, and started briskly off towards Monte Amato. When they had crossed the road, and gained the winding path that led eventually into the ravine, Maurice said:
"Well, Gaspare?"
"Well, signorino?"
"Have you forgiven me?"
"It is not for a servant to forgive his padrone, signorino," said the boy, but rather proudly.
Maurice feared that his sense of injury was returning, and continued, hastily:
"It was like this, Gaspare. When you and Lucrezia had gone I felt so dull all alone, and I thought, 'every one is singing and dancing and laughing except me.'"
"But I asked you to accompany us, signorino," Gaspare exclaimed, reproachfully.