I listened as he slid the bolts into their places, and turned the key.

I remembered that those gates had been thoroughly fastened before, when I came up the road from Naples--why then had they been opened since?
To let out a visitor?
Of course! I smiled grimly at my wife's cunning! She evidently knew what she was about.

Appearances must be kept up--the Signor Ferrari must be decorously shown out by a servant at the chief entrance of the house.

Naturally!--all very unsuspicious--looking and quite in keeping with the proprieties! Guido had just left her then?
I walked steadily, without hurrying my pace, down the hill toward the city, and on the way I overtook him.

He was strolling lazily along, smoking as usual, and he held a spray of stephanotis in his hand--well I knew who had given it to him! I passed him--he glanced up carelessly, his handsome face clearly visible in the bright moonlight--but there was nothing about a common fisherman to attract his attention--his look only rested upon me for a second and was withdrawn immediately.