“Si, signora. I can do many things like that.”
“You are a clever boy, Paolo.”
He tied the knot again, unhooked the lantern; jumped out of the boat, and lighted her up the staircase to a heavy wooden door. In another moment she stood on the piazza close to the waterfall. The cold spray from it fell on her face. He pushed the door to, but did not lock it.
“You leave it like that at night?” she asked.
“Non, signora. Before I go to bed I lock it.”
“I see.”
She saw a key sticking out from the door.
“A rivederci, Paolo.”
“A rivederci, signora.”
He took off his hat and went swiftly away. The light of the lantern danced on the pavement of the piazza, and, for one instant, on the white foam of the water falling between the cypresses.