"H'sh!"
Suddenly the boy kept still. His face changed, hardened. His body became tense. With his hand still held up in a warning gesture, he crept to the edge of the barn and looked round it.
"What is it?" Maurice whispered.
Gaspare stole back.
"It is only Lucrezia. She is spreading the linen. I thought——"
"What is Salvatore going to do?"
"Unless you go down to the sea to meet him this evening, signorino, he is coming up here to-night to tell everything to the signora."
Maurice went white.
"I shall go," he said. "I shall go down to the sea."
"Madonna! Madonna!"