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Updated: May 5, 2025
On the far side of the tramway, beneath the tall houses which are let out in rooms and apartments for families, there is an open space, and here in summer are set out quantities of strong tables, at which from noon till late into the evening the people of Mergellina, and visitors of the humbler classes from Naples, sit in merry throngs, eating, smoking, drinking coffee, syrups, and red and white wine.
From this shadow there rose a voice singing very softly. "Oh, dolce luna bianca de l' Estate " The shadow went over to the boat, and the voice died away. "Gli occhi di Rosa e il mar di Mergellina." Hermione still was bending down. And she formed the last words with lips that trembled a little. "Gli occhi di Rosa e il mar di Mergellina." Then she said: "Maurice Maurice!"
Such villas are more numerous towards the point of the Capo di Posilipo than nearer Naples, as the high road, after the Mergellina, mounts the hill and diverges farther and farther from the sea. The Antico Giuseppone is a small waterside ristorante at the point of the Capo di Posilipo, a little below the Villa Rosebery.
He jumped back and gained the path. There again he stood still. The sweet and half-melancholy vagueness had quite left him now. The sight of his friend had swept it away. Why was she going to Mergellina at that hour? And why did she look like that? And he thought of the expression he had seen on her face as the tram slipped by, an expression surely of excitement; but also a furtive expression.
Two dreary hours she spent in Naples. The buzzing city affected her like a nightmare. Coming back through Mergellina, she eagerly looked for Ruffo. But she did not see him. Nor had she seen him in the early morning, when she passed by the harbor where the yachts were lying in the sun. Gaspare came with the boat to take her over from the nearest village to the island.
She longed that he might sing, in his happy voice, of the happy summer nights, of the sweet white moons that light the Southern summer nights, of the bright eyes of Rosa, of the sea of Mergellina. But from the boat there rose no voice, and the mist hung heavily over the silent Pool. Then Hermione lifted her eyes and looked across the Pool, seeking the little light of San Francesco.
"I only want to go to Naples." "To which landing, Signore?" "The Vittoria. But go quietly and keep near the shore. Go round as near as you can to the Mergellina." "Va bene, Signore." They slipped out, with a delicious, liquid sound, upon the moving silence of the sea. Hermione was not going to Mergellina, but to the Scoglio di Frisio. She had only come out of her room late in the afternoon.
He had thought that Hermione hated him, hated every one just then, because of what Ruffo had silently told her that day at Mergellina.
He went to pull in the boat. When Hermione got out of the boat in the little harbor of the village on the mainland Gaspare said again: "I could easily row you to Mergellina, Signore. I am not a bit tired." She looked at him as he stood with his hand on the prow of the boat. His shirt-sleeves were rolled up, showing his strong arms.
They all walked towards the house. Vere and her mother were in front, Artois and Ruffo behind. Artois looked very closely and even curiously at the boy. "Have I ever seen you before?" he asked, as they came to the bridge. "Signore?" "Not the other morning. But have we ever met in Naples?" "I have seen you pass by sometimes at the Mergellina, Signore." "That must be it then!"
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