Everything was quiet, and the shutters were drawn together, but not quite closed.

The flowers outside Marietta's window waved in the light breeze.
"Nella!" cried Pasquale, just as he was accustomed to call the maid when Marietta wanted her.
At the sound of his voice the little boy, who was about to deal effectually with his temptation by yielding to it at once, took to his heels and ran away.

But no one looked out from the house.

Pasquale called again, somewhat louder.

The shutters of Marietta's window were slowly opened inward and Marietta herself appeared, all in white and pale, looking over the flowers.
"What is it ?" she asked.