"It was impossible, Gaspare," Maurice said, rather hastily. "She is going

to a poor signore who is ill."

"I know."

The boy paused for a moment. Then he said: "Is the signore her brother?"

"Her brother! No."

"Is he a relation?"

"No."

"Is he very old?"

"Certainly not."

Gaspare repeated: "The signora should have taken us with her to Africa."

This time he spoke with a certain doggedness. Maurice, he scarcely knew

why, felt slightly uncomfortable and longed to create a diversion. He

looked at the book he was holding in his hand and saw that it was The

Thousand and One Nights, in Italian. He wanted to do something definite,

to distract his thoughts--more than ever now after his conversation with

Gaspare. An idea occurred to him.

"Come under the oak-trees, Gaspare," he said, "and I'll read to you. It

will be a lesson in accent. You shall be my professore."

"Si, signore."

The response was listless, and Gaspare followed his master with listless

footsteps down the little path that led to the grove of oak-trees that

grew among giant rocks, on which the lizards were basking.

"There are stories of Africa in this book," said Maurice, opening it.

Gaspare looked more alert.

"Of where the signora will be?"

"Chi lo sa?"

He lay down on the warm ground, set his back against a rock, opened the

book at hazard, and began to read slowly and carefully, while Gaspare,

stretched on the grass, listened, with his chin in the palm of his hand.

The story was of the fisherman and the Genie who was confined in a

casket, and soon Gaspare was entirely absorbed by it. He kept his

enormous brown eyes fixed upon Maurice's face, and moved his lips,

silently forming, after him, the words of the tale. When it was finished

he said: "I should not like to be kept shut up like that, signore. If I could not

be free I would kill myself. I will always be free."

He stretched himself on the warm ground like a young animal, then added: "I shall not take a wife--ever."

Maurice shut the book and stretched himself, too, then moved away from

the rock, and lay at full length with his hands clasped behind his head

and his eyes, nearly shut, fixed upon the glimmer of the sea.

"Why not, Gasparino?"

"Because if one has a wife one is not free."




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