"Row quickly, Giovanni!"
"Si, Signore."
The men talked no more.
When they came in sight of the island the last rays of the sun were striking upon the windows of the Casa del Mare.
The boat, urged by Giovanni"s powerful arms, drew rapidly near to the land, and Artois, leaning forward with an instinct to help the rower, fixed his eyes upon these windows which, like swift jewels, focussed and gave back the light. While he watched them the sun sank. Its radiance was withdrawn. He saw no longer jewels, cas.e.m.e.nts of magic, but only the windows of the familiar house; and then, presently, only the window of one room, Hermione"s. His eyes were fixed on that as the boat drew nearer and nearer--were almost hypnotized by that. Where was Hermione?
What was she doing? How was she? How could she be, now that--she knew?
A terrible but immensely tender, immensely pitiful curiosity took possession of him, held him fast, body and soul. She knew, and she was in that house!
The boat was close in now, but had not yet turned into the Pool of San Francesco. Artois kept his eyes upon the window for still a moment longer. He felt now, he knew, that Hermione was in the room beyond that window. As he gazed up from the sea he saw that the window was open. He saw behind the frame of it a white curtain stirring in the breeze. And then he saw something that chilled his blood, that seemed to drive it in an icy stream back to his heart, leaving his body for a moment numb.
He saw a figure come, with a wild, falling movement to the window--a white, distorted face utterly strange to him looked out--a hand lifted in a frantic gesture.
The gesture was followed by a crash.
The green Venetian blind had fallen, hiding the window, hiding the stranger"s face.
"Who was that at the window, Signore?" asked Giovanni, staring at Artois with round and startled eyes.
And Artois answered: "It is difficult to see, Giovanni, now that the sun has gone down. It is getting dark so quickly."
"Si, Signore, it is getting dark."
CHAPTER x.x.xIX
There was no one at the foot of the cliff. Artois got out of the boat and stood for a moment, hesitating whether to keep Giovanni or to dismiss him.
"I can stay, Signore," said the man. "You will want some one to row you back."
"No, Giovanni. I can get Gaspare to put me ash.o.r.e. You had better be off."
"Va bene, Signore," he replied, looking disappointed.
The Signora of the Casa del Mare was always very hospitable to such fishermen as she knew. Giovanni wanted to seek out Gaspare, to have a cigarette. But he obediently jumped into the boat and rowed off into the darkness, while Artois went up the steps towards the house.
A cold feeling of dread encompa.s.sed him. He still saw, imaginatively, that stranger at the window, that falling movement, that frantic gesture, the descending blind that brought to Hermione"s bedroom a great obscurity. And he remembered Hermione"s face in the garden, half seen by him once in shadows, with surely a strange and terrible smile upon it--a smile that had made him wonder if he had ever really known her.
He came out on the plateau before the front door. The door was shut, but as he went to open it it was opened from within, and Gaspare stood before him in the twilight, with the dark pa.s.sage for background.
Gaspare looked at Artois in silence.
"Gaspare," Artois said, "I came home from San Martino. I found a note from the Signorina, begging me to come here at once."
"Lo so, Signore."
"I have come. What has--what is it? Where is the Signorina?"
Gaspare stood in the middle of the narrow doorway.
"The Signorina is in the garden."
"Waiting for me?"
"Si, Signore."
"Very well."
He moved to enter the house; but Gaspare stood still where he was.
"Signore," he said.
Artois stopped at the door-sill.
"What is it?"
"What are you going to do here?"
At last Gaspare was frankly the watch-dog guarding the sacred house.
His Padrona had cast upon him a look of hatred. Yet he was guarding the sacred house and her within it. Deep in the blood of him was the sense that, even hating him, she belonged to him and he to her.
And his Padroncina had trusted him, had clung to him that day.
"What are you going to do here?"
"If there is trouble here, I want to help."
"How can you help, Signore?"
"First tell me,--there is great trouble?"
"Si, Signore."
"And you know what it is? You know what caused it?"
"No one has told me."
"But you know what it is."
"Si, Signore."
"Does--the Signorina doesn"t know?"
"No, Signore."