"Now I must go," Maurice said.
He shook Gaspare's hand.
"Have you got the revolver, signorino?" said the boy.
"No. I am not going to fight with Salvatore."
"How do you know what Salvatore will do?"
Maurice looked down upon the stones that lay on the narrow path.
"My revolver can have nothing to do with Maddalena's father," he said.
He sighed.
"That's how it is, Gaspare. Addio!"
"Addio, signorino."