'Santa Trinita!' 'Ecco!--Santa Trinita!' sounded on all sides, amid a forest of gesticulating hands.
'How could they know ?' said Eleanor, looking at the small crowd with startled eyes.

Lucy spoke a word to the young man on the box.
'They knew, he says, as soon as the carriage was ordered yesterday.

Look! there are the telegraph wires! The whole countryside knows! They are greatly excited by the coming of _forestieri_--especially at this time of year.' 'Oh! we can't stay!' said Eleanor with a little moan, wringing her hands.
'It's only the country people,' said Lucy tenderly, taking one of the hands in hers.

'Did you see the Contessa when you were here before ?' And she glanced up at the great yellow mass of the _palazzo_ towering above the little town, the sunset light flaming on its long western face.
'No.

She was away.