"I will come with you!"
A dogged obstinacy hardened his whole face, made even his shining eyes look cold, like stones.
"Gaspare, you are to stay with the signora. I may miss Salvatore going down. While I am gone he may come up here. The signora is not to speak with him. He is not to come to her."
Gaspare hesitated. He was torn in two by his dual affection, his dual sense of the watchful fidelity he owed to his padrone and to his padrona.
"Va bene," he said, at last, in a half whisper.
He hung down his head like one exhausted.
"How will it finish?" he murmured, as if to himself. "How will it finish?"
"I must go," Maurice said. "I must go now. Gaspare!"
"We must be careful, you and I, to-day. We must not let the signora, Lucrezia, any one suspect that—that we are not just as usual. Do you see?"