“Oh, I will tell him that it isn’t your fault,” said Annunziata.  “I will tell him that you didn’t let me, but that I talked because it is so hard to lie here and think, think, think, and not be allowed to say what you are thinking.  Prospero asked me that question about sunny lands a long time ago.  I’ve been thinking and thinking, but I can’t think it out.  Have you a great deal of money?  Are you very rich?”

“Darling, won’t you please not talk any more?” Maria Dolores implored her.

“I’ll stop pretty soon,” said Annunziata.  “I think you are very rich.  I think, in spite of his saying her name is not Maria Dolores, that you are the dark woman whom Prospero is to marry.  He is to marry a dark woman who will be very rich.  But then he will also he very rich himself.  Is Austria a sunny land?  England must be a dark land, for Prospero is light.  Let me see your left hand, please, and I will tell you whether you are to marry a light man.

“Hush!” said Maria Dolores, trying not to laugh.  “That shall be some other time.”

“Wouldn’t you like to marry Prospero?  I would,” said Annunziata.

“I think I hear the wheels of the doctor’s gig,” said Maria Dolores.  “Now we shall both be scolded.”

“But of course, if you do marry him, I can’t,” Annunziata pursued, undaunted by this menace.  “A man isn’t allowed to have two wives,—­unless he is a king.  He may have two sisters or two daughters, but not two wives or two mothers.  There was once a king named Salomone who had a thousand wives, but even he had only one mother, I think.  I hope you will live at Sant’ Alessina after your marriage.  Will you?”

Maria Dolores bit her lip and vouchsafed no answer; and again for a minute or two Annunziata lay silent.  But presently, “Have you ever waked up in the middle of the night, and felt terribly frightened?” she asked.

“Yes, dear, sometimes.  I suppose every one has,” said Maria Dolores.

“Well, do you know why people feel so frightened when they wake like that?” pursued the child.

“No,” said Maria Dolores.

“I do,” said Annunziata.  “The middle of the night is the Devil’s Noon.  Nobody is awake in the middle of the night except wicked people, like thieves or roysterers, or people who are suffering.  All people who are good, and who are well and happy, are sound asleep.  So it is the time the Devil likes best, and he and all his evil spirits come to the earth to enjoy the great pleasure of seeing people wicked or suffering.  And that is why we feel so frightened when we wake.  The air all round us is full of evil spirits, though we can’t see them, and they are watching us, to run and tell the Devil if we do anything wicked or suffer any pain.  But it is foolish of us to feel frightened, because our Guardian Angels are always there too, and they are a hundred times stronger than the evil spirits.  Angels, you know, are very big, very much bigger than men.  Some of them are as tall as mountains, but even the quite small ones are as tall as trees.”