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I'll finish this flower." "I'll take a turn and come back." As he went she dropped her embroidery and sat staring straight before her at the sea. Artois heard voices in the house, and listened for a new one, the voice of Peppina. But he could not distinguish it. He went down into the tiny garden. No one was there, and he returned, and passing through the house came out on its farther side.
"Try to obey me this time, will you?" She spoke very kindly but very firmly. "May the Madonna take out my tongue if I speak, Signora!" Peppina raised her hand. As she was going out Hermione stared at the cross upon her cheek. Artois stayed to dine. The falling of night deepened Hermione's impression of the gulf which was now between them, and which she was sure he knew of.
The table was laid. The lamp was lit. Giulia stood by the sideboard looking anxious and subdued. She did not even smile when she saw Artois, who was her favorite. "Where is Gaspare, Giulia?" said Artois. "Up-stairs, Signore. He came in and ran up-stairs, and he has not come down. Ah!" she raised her hands "the evil eye has looked upon this house! When that girl Peppina " "Be quiet!"
Almost all delicate-minded mothers and daughters find certain subjects difficult, if not impossible of discussion, even when an apparent necessity of their discussion arrives in the course of life. The present reserve between Hermione and Vere rendered even the idea of any plain speaking about the revelation of Peppina quite insupportable to the mother.
The girl turned round to him. "It must be Peppina!" she said. "Yes. But " "Please go up to the house, Monsieur Emile. I will come in a moment." "But I can't leave you " "Please go. Just tell Madre I'm soon coming." There was something inexorable in her voice. She turned away from him and began to speak softly to Peppina. Artois obeyed and left her.
And perhaps he would see the new occupant of the Casa del Mare. Perhaps he would see Peppina. "I have come, you see," said Artois that evening, as he entered Hermione's room, "to have the first of our quiet, happy evenings, about which you were so doubtful." "Was I?" She smiled at him from her seat between the big windows.
They did not see him. They were absorbed in their conversation. "It will not hurt the Signora or the Signorina. The fattura della morte it is to harm Peppina. Has she not done us injury? Has she not taken my Patrigno from my mamma? Has she not made him mad? Is it not for her that he has been in prison, and that he has left my mamma without a soldo in the house?
Vere must have told her mother of the scene with Peppina, and how her eyes had been opened to certain truths of life, how she had passed from girlhood to womanhood through that gate of knowledge. And Hermione must have thought that it was useless to strive to keep Vere back. But did he wish Vere to read all that he had written?
"I know all about Peppina, Marchese," Hermione replied, quietly. "Truly? Ah!" His large round eyes were still fixedly staring at her. "Good-bye, Signora!" he said. "Thank you for a very charming colazione. And I shall look forward with all my heart to the evening you have kindly suggested." "I shall write directly I have arranged with Don Emilio." "Thank you! Thank you! A rivederci, Signora."
So she is, and although my idea of the fitness of things is somewhat unsettled when Peppina serves our dinner wearing a yoke and sleeves of coarse lace with her blue cotton gown, and a bunch of scarlet poppies in her hair, I can do nothing in the way of discipline because Salemina approves of her as part of the picture.
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