'Couldn't he have got some boy to carry that for him?
How I should like to rest him and give him some coffee?
Shall I send Cecco to ask him to come here ?' Eleanor shook her head.
'Better not.

He wouldn't come.

We shall have to tame him like a bird.' The hours passed on.

At last the western sun began to creep round into the _loggia_.

The empty cells on the eastern side were now cool, but they looked upon the inner cloistered court which was alive with playing children, and all the farm life.