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"Ecco lo Scoglio di Frisio! And here is the Padrone!" he added, as a small, bright-eyed man, with a military figure and fierce mustaches, came briskly forward to receive them. The dinner, which was served at a table strewn with red carnations close to an open window, was a gay one, despite Artois.
On the way, near Orsera, the little island of "Scoglio Orlandino" is passed, rocky and divided into two portions by a chasm or crack. Legend says that Orlando, passing that way, made a slash at it and left it as it now is.
"No, to the Scoglio di Frisio. Pay the boatman this, Gaspare. Good-night, Andrea." "Good-night, Signora." Gaspare handed the man his money, and at once the boat set out on its return to Posilipo. Hermione stood at the water's edge watching its departure. It passed below the Saint, and the gleam of his light fell upon it for a moment.
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. "By-the-way," she said, "I met the Marchesino to-night. He was at the Scoglio di Frisio." "Was he?" "And afterwards on the sea I met Emile." "Monsieur Emile! Then he isn't quite dead!"
The soup, a "zuppa di pesce alla marinara" remarkable for its beautiful red color, had been originally invented by the chef of Frisio's for the ex-Queen Natalie of Servia, who had deigned to come, heavily veiled, to lunch at the Scoglio, and had finally thrown off her veil and her incognito, and written her name in the visitors' book for all to see.
Was she deceiving herself, and had she really made up her mind to go to the Scoglio before she left the island? No, she had come away mainly because she felt the need of solitude, the difficulty of being with Vere just for this one night. To-morrow it would be different. It should be different to-morrow.
The "Valse Bleu," "Santa Lucia," "Addio, mia bella Napoli," "La Frangese," "Sole Mio," "Marechiaro," "Carolina," "La Ciociara"; with the chain of lights the chain of songs was woven round the bay; from the Eldorado, past the Hotel de Vesuve, the Hotel Royal, the Victoria, to the tree-shaded alleys of the Villa Nazionale, to the Mergellina, where the naked urchins of the fisherfolk took their evening bath among the resting boats, to the "Scoglio di Frisio," and upwards to the Ristorante della Stella, and downwards again to the Ristorante del Mare, and so away to the point, to the Antico Giuseppone.
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