"He won't come now? He won't come this morning?"
Maurice spoke almost breathlessly, with his hands on the boy's hands which streamed with sweat. Gaspare shook his head.
"I told him if he came up I would meet him in the path and kill him."
The boy had out a knife.
Maurice put his arm round Gaspare's shoulder. At that moment he really loved the boy.
"Will he come?"
"Only if you do not go."
"I shall go."
"I will come with you, signorino."
"No. I must go alone."