"Per Dio, signore, these are good cigarettes. Where do they come from?"
"From Cairo, in Egypt."
"Egitto! They must cost a lot."
He edged nearer to Maurice.
"You must be very happy, signorino."
"I!" Maurice laughed. "Madonna! Why?"
"Because you are so rich!"
There was a fawning sound in the fisherman's voice, a fawning look in his small, screwed-up eyes.
"To you it would be nothing to buy all the donkeys at the fair of San Felice."
Maurice moved ever so little away from him.