"To bathe?"
"I may bathe. I'm not sure. It depends upon how I go."
"You are going to the Casa delle Sirene?"
Maurice nodded.
"I didn't care to go off while you were away."
"Do you wish me to come with you, signorino?"
The boy's great eyes were searching him, yet he did not feel uncomfortable, although he wished to stand well with Gaspare. They were near akin, although different in rank and education. Between their minds there was a freemasonry of the south.
"Do you want to come?" he said.
"It's as you like, signore."
He was silent for a moment; then he added: