The horses went on down the hill at a walk, side by side, snorting noisily from time to time, and putting their heads together, as if exchanging confidences.

Famulus sped on before, or bounded after them, perpetually on the gallop.
'Do you remember,' Elena went on, 'do you remember the Brother who came to open the gates for us when we rang the bell ?' 'Yes--yes.' 'And how perfectly aghast he looked when he saw who it was?
He was such a little, little red-faced man without any beard.

When he went to get the keys of the church, he left us alone in the vestibule--and you kissed me--do you remember ?' 'Yes.' 'And all those barrels in the vestibule! And the smell of wine while the Brother was explaining the legends carved on the cypress-wood door.

And then about the Madonna of the Rosary--do you remember ?--his explanation made you laugh, and I could not help laughing too, and the poor man was so put out, that he would not open his mouth again, not even to thank you at the last--' There was a little pause.

Then she began again.
'And at Sant' Alexio, where you would not let me look at the cupola through the keyhole.