"Yes," agreed the tall boy, quite seriously, "then we will go to Paradiso."
"And I, too," said Maurice; "and Maddalena, but not till then."
What a long time away that would be!
"Here is the ristorante!"
They had reached a long room with doors open onto the square, opposite to the rows of booths which were set up under the shadow of the church. Outside of it were many small tables and numbers of chairs on which people were sitting, contemplating the movement of the crowd of buyers and sellers, smoking, drinking syrups, gazzosa, and eating ices and flat biscuits.
Gaspare guided them through the throng to a long table set on a sanded floor.
"Ecco, signorino!"
He installed Maurice at the top of the table.
"And you sit here, Donna Maddalena."
He placed her at Maurice's right hand, and was going to sit down himself on the left, when Salvatore roughly pushed in before him, seized the chair, sat in it, and leaned his arms on the table with a loud laugh that sounded defiant. An ugly look came into Gaspare's face.