To all there I was just the Madonnino.

But to Falcone, in that supreme hour of his need, I was become his lord.
"My lord," he said, then.

"Is it your wish that I should go ?" I drew back, still wrought upon by my surprise; and then my mother's voice came cold and acid.
"The Madonnino's wish is not concerned in this, Mester Falcone.

It is I who order your departure." Falcone did not answer her; he affected not to hear her, and continued to address himself to me.
"You are the master here, my lord," he urged.

"You are the law in Mondolfo.