"Lucrezia," Hermione said, moved to a great pity by her own great happiness, "would you mind if I came, too? I think I should like to say a prayer for you to-night. I am not a Catholic, but my prayer cannot hurt you."
Lucrezia suddenly forgot distinctions, threw her arms round Hermione, and began to sob.
"Hush, you must be brave!"
She smoothed the girl's dark hair gently.
"Have you got your candle?"
"Si."
She showed it.
"Let us go quickly, then. Where's Gaspare?"
"Close to the house, signora, on the mountain. One cannot speak with him to-day."
"Why not?"