Don Rocco, see what he looks like!" said the women. And one of them would tell him about some action of Lucia, and another about another, things of all kinds which he had never suspected. "Enough, enough," he answered, disturbed in his conscience at all this malicious gossip. "It is now all over, all over."
He went on, followed by them all, gave a last look at the fig tree near the bell-tower, and passing between the cypresses in front of the church, turned back toward the door, devoutly raised his hat, and bent his knee.
The little wagon was awaiting him on the main road. The driver, seeing him in this costume, laughed no less heartily than the rest.
Then Don Rocco took leave of all, again thanked the professor, sent his respects to the countess, and reduced to silence those who were still heaping abuse on Lucia. When he had taken his seat the beggar approached him and put his right hand upon one of his shoes. "Is this yours?" said he.
"Yes, yes, the shoes are," answered the priest with a certain satisfaction, as the horse started.
The beggar carried to his forehead the hand that had touched the shoe of Don Rocco, and said with solemnity:
"In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti. Amen."
