They were going up the steps.
"Si, Signora. We have all been together."
Hermione guessed that Gaspare had been playing chaperone, and loved him for it.
"And you heard the boat coming from the cliff?"
"I saw it pa.s.s under the Saint"s light, Signora. I did not hear it."
"Well, but it might have been a fisherman"s boat."
"Si, Signora. And it might have been your boat."
The logic of this faithful watcher was unanswerable. They came up to the house.
"I think I"ll go and see Ruffo," said Hermione.
She was close to the door of the house, Gaspare stood immediately before her. He did not move now, but he said:
"I can go and tell the Signorina you are here, Signora. She will come at once."
Again Hermione noticed a curious, almost dogged, excitement in his manner. It recalled to her a night of years ago when he had stood on a terrace beside her in the darkness and had said: "I will go down to the sea. Signora, let me go down to the sea!"
"There"s nothing the matter, is there, Gaspare?" she said, quickly.
"Nothing wrong?"
"Signora, of course not! What should there be?"
"I don"t know."
"I will fetch the Signorina."
On that night, years ago, she had battled with Gaspare. He had been forced to yield to her. Now she yielded to him.
"Very well," she answered. "Go and tell the Signorina I am here."
She turned and went into the house and up to the sitting-room. Vere did not come immediately. To her mother it seemed as if she was a very long time coming; but at last her light step fell on the stairs, and she entered quickly.
"Madre! How late you are! Where have you been?"
"Am I late? I dined at the little restaurant at the top of the hill where the tram pa.s.ses."
"There? But you haven"t been there all this time?"
"No. Afterwards I took the tram to Posilipo and came home by boat. And what have you been doing?"
"Oh, all sorts of things--what I always do. Just now I"ve been with Ruffo."
"Gaspare told me he was here."
"Yes. We"ve been having a talk."
Hermione waited for Vere to say something more, but she was silent. She stood near the window looking out, and the expression on her face had become rather vague, as if her mind had gone on a journey.
"Well," said the mother at last, "and what does Ruffo say for himself, Vere?"
"Ruffo? Oh, I don"t know."
She paused, then added:
"I think he has rather a hard time, do you know, Madre?"
Hermione had taken off her hat. She laid it on a table and sat down. She was feeling tired.
"But generally he looks so gay, so strong. Don"t you remember that first day you saw him?"
"Ah--then!"
"Of course, when he had fever--"
"No, it wasn"t that. Any one might be ill. I think he has things at home to make him unhappy sometimes."
"Has he been telling you so?"
"Oh, he doesn"t complain," Vere said, quickly, and almost with a touch of heat. "A boy like that couldn"t whine, you know, Madre. But one can understand things without hearing them said. There is some trouble.
I don"t know what it is exactly. But I think his step-father--his Patrigno, as he calls him--must have got into some bother, or done something horrible. Ruffo seemed to want to tell me, and yet not to want to tell me. And, of course, I couldn"t ask. I think he"ll tell me to-morrow, perhaps."
"Is he coming here to-morrow?"
"Oh, in summer I think he comes nearly every night."
"But you haven"t said anything about him just lately."
"No. Because he hasn"t landed till to-night since the night of the storm."
"I wonder why?" said Hermione.
She was interested; but she still felt tired, and the fatigue crept into her voice.
"So do I," Vere said. "He had a reason, I"m sure. You"re tired Madre, so I"ll go to bed. Good-night."
She came to her mother and kissed her. Moved by a sudden overwhelming impulse of tenderness, Hermione put her arms round the child"s slim body. But even as she did so she remembered Vere"s secret, shared with Emile and not with her. She could not abruptly loose her arms without surprising her child. But they seemed to her to stiffen, against her will, and her embrace was surely mechanical. She wondered if Vere noticed this, but she did not look into her eyes to see.
"Good-night, Vere."
"Good-night."
Vere was at the door when Hermione remembered her two meetings of that evening.