Daphne nodded.

"He gave his hand to Antoli," said Giacomo breathlessly.

"I will make the wreath," said the Signorina, smiling. "It shall
be of these," and she held up a handful of pink daisies, mingled
with bits of fern and ivy leaves. "Assunta shall take it to the
church when she takes hers. I rejoice that you are well," she
added, turning to Antoli with a polite sentence from the
phrase-book.

As she worked on after they were gone, Assunta came to her again.

"The Signorina heard?" she asked.

"Si. Is the story true?" asked Daphne.

Assunta's eyes were full of hidden meaning.

"The Signorina ought to know."

"Why?"

"Has not the Signorina seen the blessed one herself?" she asked.

"I?" said Daphne, starting.

"The night the lambkin was killed, did not the Signorina go out
in great distress, and did not the blessed one come to her aid?"