They obeyed without
noticing his voice or manner.
"Will you not answer?" Jeanne repeated, half aggrieved and half amazed.
Noemi in her turn pressed her friend's arm.
"Wait until we get home," she said.
Carlino shouted.
"Stop under those trees."
But Jeanne, having reached an open space filled with small trees and
bathed in moonlight, under the great wall of the ancient cathedral,
stopped at once, and stretching out her arm, which had rested on
Noemi's, seized her friend's hand and said, trembling with agitation:
"Noemi, answer me at once; have you told your sister anything?"
Carlino called to them to stop there if they liked, but to pretend to be
engaged in an interesting conversation.
Noemi answered her friend with a "yes" so timid and soft that Jeanne
understood all. Maria Selva believed that her monk, this Don Clemente,
was Piero Maironi.
"Oh, God!" she exclaimed, tightly pressing Noemi's hand. "But did she
really say so?"
"Say what?"
"What indeed!"
Good heavens! How difficult it was to make the girl speak out.
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