"Per Dio!"
"What is it?"
His voice was listless, but now he looked at Salvatore.
"I ought not to tell you, signore. But—if I do—you won't ever tell her?"
"No."
"A new gown, signorino, a beautiful new gown, made by Maria Compagni here in the Corso. Will you be at Isola Bella with Gaspare by ten o'clock on the day, signorino?"
"Yes, Salvatore!" Maurice said, in a loud, firm, almost angry voice. "I will be there. Don't doubt it. Addio Salvatore!"
He got up.
"A rivederci, signore. Ma—"
He got up, too, and bent to pick up his fish-basket.