"Addio, Salvatore," he said.
His voice was low.
"Addio, Maddalena!" he added.
She murmured something in reply. Salvatore looked keenly from one to the other.
"Are you tired, Maddalena?" he asked, with a sort of rough suspicion.
"Si," she answered.
She followed him slowly across the railway line towards the sea, while Maurice and Gaspare turned their donkeys' heads towards the mountain.
They rode upward in silence. Gaspare was sleepy. His head nodded loosely as he rode, but his hands never let go their careful hold of the clock. Round about him his many purchases were carefully disposed, fastened elaborately to the big saddle. The roses, faded now, were still above his ears. Maurice rode behind. He was not sleepy. He felt as if he would never sleep again.
As they drew nearer to the house of the priest, Gaspare pulled himself together with an effort, half-turned on his donkey, and looked round at his padrone.
"Signorino!"