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The story was of the fisherman and the Genie who was confined in a casket, and soon Gaspare was entirely absorbed by it. He kept his enormous brown eyes fixed upon Maurice's face, and moved his lips, silently forming, after him, the words of the tale. When it was finished he said: "I should not like to be kept shut up like that, signore. If I could not be free I would kill myself.
"Gaspare!" repeated the doctor, touching him. "Gaspare!" "E' morto!" the boy suddenly cried out, in a loud voice. And he flung himself down on the ground. The doctor felt a thrill of cold in his veins. He went up the steps into the little sitting-room. As he did so Hermione came to the door of the bedroom. Her dripping skirts clung about her. She looked quite calm.
He had gone she knew not where. She looked at the sea with longing. When would Gaspare be back? Well, at least she could go out in the small boat. Then she would be near to the water. She ran down the steps and embarked.
After the strange scene of the morning he felt as if Gaspare were one of the family, a retainer with whose devoted protection he could never dispense. Hermione, he was sure, would not object. Hermione would not object.
Artois stood by her, leaning on his stick and watching the crowd with his steady eyes. The Marchesino was looking up at Vere, standing in a position that seemed to indicate a longing that she should rest her hand upon his shoulder. "You will fall, Signorina!" he said. "Be careful. Let me " "I am quite safe." But she dropped one hand to the shoulder of Gaspare.
Just at first they all kept close together, but Sicilians are very careful of their festa clothes, and soon Salvatore and Gaspare dropped farther behind to avoid the clouds of dust stirred up by the tripping feet of the donkeys in front.
As he spoke Artois saw him stretch out his hand, but gently, towards Ruffo. "Who is it, then?" said Ruffo. Moved by an irresistible impulse to interpose, Artois called out: "Gaspare!" He saw the two figures start. "Gaspare!" he repeated, coming up to them. "Signore! What is it? Has the Signora " "I have not heard her. I have not seen her." "Then what is it, Signore?"
If Gaspare kept things, kept anything from her that at all concerned her life, it must be because he was faithfully trying to save her from some pain or misery. But perhaps she was led astray by her depression of to-night. Perhaps this mystery was her own creation, and he would be quite willing to explain, to clear it away with a word. "Gaspare," she said, "have you finished locking up?"
"They will within shall we say twenty-four hours, or less?" "How can they? Peppina won't tell them." "You are sure? And when Gaspare goes into Naples to 'fare la spesa'?" "I told Gaspare last night." "That was wisdom. You understand your watch-dog's character." "You grant that Gaspare is not an instance of a worthless object made the recipient of my heroic devotion?"
"Where is the Signora?" "There in front! She is rowing to the village. No, she has turned." He stopped rowing. "The Signora has seen, or she has heard, and she is going in to shore." "But there are only the rocks." "The Signora is going in to the Palazzo of the Spirits." "The Palazzo of the Spirits?" Artois repeated. "Si, Signore." Gaspare turned and looked again into the darkness.
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