She smiled and shook her finger at her.

Don Leone took leave of Noemi upon learning that this was the friend who--as she had told him during the visit to the monastery--had remained at the door-keeper's lodge.

Of course the ladies would go up to the other convent, and his great size was no longer adapted to the climb to the Sacro Speco.
It was nearly eleven o'clock; they had ordered the carriage to meet them where they had left it at half-past twelve, for dinner was at one at the Selvas'; if Jeanne wished to see the Sacro Speco there was no time to lose, provided her indisposition had disappeared, as would seem to be the case.

Noemi encouraged her going, and did not stop to ask, in the presence of the gardener, why she had left Fra Antonio to run off and explore the garden.

She merely whispered: "You were making believe, eh ?" Jeanne said that Noemi must certainly start for the Sacro Speco at once, but that she herself intended to wait for her in the garden.