"Maddalena!" Maurice exclaimed, with a sudden impatience that was almost

fierce. "Why do you keep on talking about the signora to-night? This is

your festa. The signora is in Africa, a long way off--there--across the

sea." He stretched out his arm, and pointed towards the wide waters above

which the stars were watching. "When she comes back you can see her, if

you wish--but now--"

"When is she coming back?" asked the girl.

There was an odd pertinacity in her character, almost an obstinacy,

despite her young softness and gentleness.

"I don't know," Maurice said, with difficulty controlling his gathering

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impatience.

"Why did she go away?"

"To nurse some one who is ill."

"She went all alone across the sea?"

"Yes."

Maddalena turned and looked into the dimness of the sea with a sort of

awe.

"I should be afraid," she said, after a pause.

And she shivered slightly.

Maurice had let go the oars again. He felt a longing to put his arm round

her when he saw her shiver. The night created many longings in him, a

confusion of longings, of which he was just becoming aware.

"You are a child," he said, "and have never been away from your 'paese.'"

"Yes, I have."

"Where?"

"I have been to the fair of San Felice."

He smiled.

"Oh--San Felice! And did you go in the train?"

"Oh no, signore. I went on a donkey. It was last year, in June. It was

beautiful. There were women there in blue silk dresses with ear-rings as

long as that"--she measured their length in the air with her brown

fingers--"and there was a boy from Napoli, a real Napolitano, who sang

and danced as we do not dance here. I was very happy that day. And I was

given an image of Sant' Abbondio."

She looked at him with a sort of dignity, as if expecting him to be

impressed.

"Carissima!" he whispered, almost under his breath.

Her little air of pride, as of a travelled person, enchanted him, even

touched him, he scarcely knew why, as he had never been enchanted or

touched by any London beauty.

"I wish I had been at the fair with you. I would have given you--"

"What, signorino?" she interrupted, eagerly.

"A blue silk dress and a pair of ear-rings longer--much longer--than

those women wore."

"Really, signorino? Really?"




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