The parish priest had given him some Marsala, and some tourists from Rome, who had brought plenty of provisions, had given him brandy and coffee.

Benedetto beckoned Don Clemente to his side, and whispered to him to bring the parish priest, for the man was dying.

He would go for him himself, but it seemed cruel to the poor mother to leave them.

Don Clemente went out without a word.

A few steps from the hut, the party of smart people who had come from Rome out of curiosity about the Saint of Jenne, were holding a consultation; the party consisted of three ladies and four gentlemen, and was under the guidance of the citizen of Jenne, whom the Selvas had met on the hillside.