Ah! it had been Gaspare. His face, his manner, had startled her, had first inclined her to fear.
"Gaspare!" she said.
"Si, signora?"
"Come up beside me. There's room now."
The boy joined her.
"Gaspare," she continued, "do you know that when we meet the padrone, you and I, we shall look like two fools?"
"Meet the padrone?" he repeated, sullenly.
"Yes. He'll laugh at us for rushing down like this. He'll think we've gone quite mad."
Silence was the only response she had.
"Won't he?" she asked.