"He is gone to show the saints the nose we gave him when we were boys." "We can go back to Verbicaro when we please," observed Ruggiero with a smile.
"Lend a hand on board, will you ?" said the sailor.
So Ruggiero made the boat fast with the painter and both brothers scrambled over the side of the felucca.

They did not renew their conversation concerning Teresina, and an hour or two later they went up to the hotel to be in readiness for their masters, should the latter wish to go out.

Ruggiero sat down on a bench in the garden, but Bastianello went into the house.
In the corridor outside the Marchesa's rooms he met Teresina, who stopped and spoke to him as she always did when she met him, for though she admired both the brothers, she liked Bastianello better than she knew--perhaps because he talked more and seemed to have a gentler temper.
"Good-day, Bastianello," she said, with a bright smile.
"And good-day to you, Teresina," answered Bastianello.

"Can you tell me whether the padroni will go out to-day in the boat ?" "I think they will not," answered the girl.

"But I will ask.