Wogan drove on towards Peri.
It was the morning of Sunday, the 30th of April; and as the little cart drew near to this hamlet of thirty cottages, the travellers could hear the single bell in the church belfry calling the villagers to Mass.
Wogan spoke but once to Clementina, and then only to point out a wooden hut which stood picturesquely on a wooded bluff of Monte Lessini, high up upon the left.

A narrow gorge down which a torrent foamed led upwards to the bluff, and the hut of which the windows were shuttered, and which seemed at that distance to have been built with an unusual elegance, was to Wogan's thinking a hunting-box.

Clementina looked up at the bluff indifferently and made no answer.

She only spoke as Wogan drove past the church-door, and the sound of the priest's voice came droning out to them.
"Will you wait for me ?" she asked.

"I will not be long." Wogan stopped the pony.
"You would give thanks ?" said he.