"Yes," replied, at the same time, Perpetua and her master.
"I sympathise with your misfortunes."
"We are going to the castle of "
"That is well thought of; you will be as safe as in Paradise."
"And are you not afraid here?"
"We are too much off the road. If they should turn out of their way, we shall be warned in time."
The three travellers decided to take a few hours' rest: as it was the hour of dinner, "Do me the honour," said the tailor, "to partake of my humble fare."
Perpetua said she had provisions enough in her basket wherewith to break her fast; after a little ceremony, however, on both sides, they agreed to seat themselves at the dinner table.
The children had joyfully surrounded their old friend Agnes; the tailor ordered one of them to roast some early chestnuts; "and you," said he to another, "go to the garden, and bring some peaches; all that are ripe. And you," to a third, "climb the fig-tree, and gather the best figs; it is a business to which you are well accustomed." As for himself, he left the room to tap a small cask of wine, while his wife went in search of a table-cloth. All being prepared, they seated themselves at the friendly board, if not with unmingled joy, at least with much more satisfaction than they could have anticipated from the events of the morning.
"What does the signor curate say to the disasters of the times? I can fancy I'm reading the history of the Moors in France," said the tailor.
"What do I say? That even that misfortune might have befallen me," replied Don Abbondio.
"You have chosen an excellent asylum, however; for none can ascend those heights without the consent of the master. You will find a numerous company there. Many people have already fled thither, and there are fresh arrivals every day."
"I dare to hope we shall be well received. I know this
