The Call of the Blood
Page 177"Ecco, Donna Maddalena! Ecco, signorino!"
He distributed his purchases, keeping two for himself. These last he very
carefully and solemnly folded up and bestowed in the inner pocket of his
jacket, which contained a leather portfolio, given to him by Maurice to
carry his money in.
"Ecco!" he said, once more, as he buttoned the flap of the pocket as a
precaution against thieves.
And with that final exclamation he dismissed all serious thoughts.
"Mangiamo, signorino!" he said. "Ora basta!"
And they went forth into the sunshine. Salvatore was talking to some
fishermen from Catania upon the steps. They cast curious glances at
his daughter and the forestiere, they laughed among themselves and
exchanged some remarks that were evidently merry. But Maurice did not
heed them. He was not a self-conscious man. And Maddalena was far too
happy to suppose that any one could be saying nasty things about her.
"Where are we going to eat?" asked Maurice.
"This way, this way, signorino!" replied Gaspare, elbowing a passage
through the crowd. "You must follow me. I know where to go. I have many
friends here."
The truth of this statement was speedily made manifest. Almost every
third person they met saluted Gaspare, some kissing him upon both cheeks,
the last was a tall boy with jet-black, curly hair and a long, pale face,
whom Gaspare promptly presented to his padrone, by the name of Amedeo
Buccini.
"Amedeo is a parrucchiere, signorino," he said, "and my compare, and the
best dancer in San Felice. May he eat with us?"
"Of course."
Gaspare informed Amedeo, who took off his hat, held it in his hand, and
smiled all over his face with pleasure.
"Yes, Gaspare is my compare, signore," he affirmed. "Compare, compare,
compareddu"--he glanced at Gaspare, who joined in with him: "Compare, compare, compareddu,
Mangiamo sempre insieme--
Mangiamo carne e riso
E andiamo in Paradiso!"
"Carne e riso--si!" cried Maurice, laughing. "But Paradise! Must you go
to Paradise directly afterwards, before the dancing and before the
procession and before the fireworks?"
"No, signore," said Gaspare. "When we are very old, when we cannot dance
any more--non รจ vero, Amedeo?--then we will go to Paradiso."
"Yes," agreed the tall boy, quite seriously, "then we will go to
Paradiso."