"The signora here!" Maurice repeated, trying to make his voice amazed. "But why did she not tell us? Why did not she say that she was coming?"
He looked at Gaspare, but only for an instant. He felt afraid to meet his great, searching eyes.
"Non lo so."
Maddalena stood by in silence. The bright look of anticipation had gone out of her face, and was replaced by a confused and slightly anxious expression.
"I can't understand it," Maurice said, heavily. "I can't—was the signora alone, or did you see some one with her?"
"The sick signore? I did not see him. I saw only the signora standing at the window, waving her hand—così!"
He waved his hand.
"Madonna!" Maurice said, mechanically.
"What are we to do, signorino?"
"Do! What can we do? The train has gone!"