When Gaspare returned that evening Maurice told him the news from Africa. The boy's face lit up.
"Oh, then shall we go to London?" he said.
"Why not?" Maurice exclaimed, almost violently. "It will all be different! Yes, we had better go to London!"
"Signorino."
"Well, what is it, Gaspare?"
"You do not like that signore to come here."
"I—why not? Yes, I—"
"No, signorino. I can see in your face that you do not like it. Your face got quite black just now. But if you do not like it why do you let him come? You are the padrone here."
"You don't understand. The signore is a friend of mine."
"But you said he was the friend of the signora."