"The—?" Salvatore looked sharply interrogative.
"I mean, there is always cheese, isn't there, in Sicily, cheese and macaroni? But if there isn't, it's all right. Anything will do for me, and I'll buy all the fish we take from you, and Maddalena here shall cook it for us when we come back from the sea. Will you, Maddalena?"
"Si, signore."
The answer came in a very small voice.
"The signore is too good."
Salvatore was looking openly voracious now.
"I can sleep on the floor."
"No, signore. We have beds, we have two fine beds. Come in and see."
With not a little pride he led Maurice into the cottage, and showed him the bed on which he had already slept.
"That will be for the signore, Gaspare."