"Signore, there will be a moon to-night."
"Già. Lo so."
"Are you sleepy, signorino?"
He touched his eyes with his sinewy hands and made his face look drowsy. Maurice laughed.
"No."
"Are you afraid of being naked in the sea at night? But you need not enter it. Are you afraid of sleeping at dawn in a cave upon the sands?"
"What is it all?" asked Maurice. "Gaspare, I understand you best."
"I know," said Gaspare, joyously. "It's the fishing. Nito has sent. I told him to. Is it Nito, Sebastiano?"
Sebastiano nodded. Gaspare turned eagerly to Maurice.
"Oh, signore, you must come, you will come!"