"Signore?"
"There'll be donkeys at the fair, eh?"
"Donkeys—per Dio! Why, last year there were over sixty, and—"
"And isn't there a donkey auction sometimes, towards the end of the day, when they go cheap?"
"Si, signore! Si, signore!"
The fisherman's greedy little eyes were fixed on Maurice with keen interrogation.
"Don't let us forget that," Maurice said, returning his gaze. "You're a good judge of a donkey?"
Salvatore laughed.
"Per Bacco! There won't be a man at San Felice that can beat me at that!"
"Then perhaps you can do something for me. Perhaps you can buy me a donkey. Didn't I speak of it before?"