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Artois agreed, and while the waiter shuffled to carry out the Marchesino's directions the two friends strolled near the edge of the sea. The breeze had been kindly. Having served them well it was now dying down to its repose, leaving the evening that was near to night profoundly calm.
"You can go, Gaspare." He looked at the angry flush on the Marchesino's cheeks, and went out. "Good-bye, Marchese." Hermione got up. The Marchesino followed her example. But he did not go. He stood still for a moment in silence. Then he lifted his head up with a jerk. "Signora," he said, in a hard, uneven voice that betrayed the intensity of his excitement, "I see how it is.
Then he turned and saw Gaspare standing in a watchful attitude, almost like one about to spring. "Stay here!" he said, loudly, making a violent threatening gesture with his arm. Gaspare stood where he was with a smile upon his face. A moment later he heard the splash of oars in the sea, and knew that the Marchesino's boat was leaving the island.
"My child is not for a man like you," Hermione said, emphasizing the first word. A dogged expression came into the Marchesino's face, a fighting look that was ugly and brutal, but that showed a certain force. "I do not understand, Signora. I am like other men. What is the matter with me?" He turned a little in his chair so that he faced her more fully.
The friend whom she had carried away from Africa and death had been with her. He had been closely in her life ever since. And now She heard the Marchesino's voice: "I see what he is, what he wants, I see it all all that is in his mind and heart. I see, I have always seen, that he loves the Signorina, that he loves her madly." Vere! Hermione sickened. Emile and Vere in that relation!
And this was the truth. At the first movement of the boat both the men had looked up and had received their message from the Marchesino's expressive eyes. They realized at once that he had some design which he wished to keep from the knowledge of his friend, the forestiere. Of course it must be connected with a woman. They were not particularly curious.
To-night she found it oddly difficult to talk to her friend, although she had refused the Marchesino's invitation on purpose to do so. "Perhaps people were afraid of the storm." "Well, but it doesn't come." "It is close," he said. "Don't you feel it? I do." His voice was heavy with melancholy, and made her feel sad, even apprehensive. "Where are the stars?" he added.
The Marchesino's brow cleared. "Let us go, Emilio! You hear what the Signorina says." "Very well," said Artois. His voice was reluctant, even cold. Vere glanced at him quickly. "Would you rather stay here, Monsieur Emile?" she said. "No, Vere, no. Let us go and see the fun." He smiled at her. "We must keep close together," he added, looking at the Marchesino. "The crowd is tremendous."
The Marchesino's suggestion of a dinner there that evening had been prompted by the desire to draw his friend into the neighborhood of his charmer of the sea. By the manner of Artois when the Antico Giuseppone was mentioned, he knew at once that he was playing his cards well. The occupants of the white boat were known to the novelist. They did live somewhere near the Antico Giuseppone.
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