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"Signora," he said, bluntly, "if I were you I would not have anything to do with these people. Ruffo's Patrigno is a bad man. Better leave them alone." "But, Ruffo?" "Signora?" "You like him, don't you?" "Si, Signora. There is no harm in him." "And the poor mother?" "I am not friends with his mother, Signora. I do not want to be." Hermione was surprised by his harshness. "But why not?"
His directions were to co-operate to the utmost of his power with the royalists, at whose head Ruffo had been placed, and he had no other instructions whatever. Ruffo advancing without any plan, but relying upon the enemy's want of numbers, which prevented them from attempting to act upon the offensive, and ready to take advantage of any accident which might occur, approached Naples. Fort St.
They were strong places, and there was reason to apprehend that the French fleet might arrive to relieve them. Ruffo proposed to the garrison to capitulate, on condition that their persons and property should be guaranteed, and that they should, at their own option, either be sent to Toulon or remain at Naples, without being molested either in their persons or families.
And the tiny light at the feet of the Saint, of San Francesco, who protected the men of the sea, and the boys Ruffo, too! would it greet them, star of the sea to their pool, star of the sea to their island, their Casa del Mare, when they had battled through the storm to San Francesco's feet? "I do hope it will."
"I believe we shall." He did not say anything. "I saw that boy, Ruffo, this afternoon," she said, after a moment of silence. "Did you?" said Artois, with a change of tone, a greater animation. "I forgot to ask Vere about him. I suppose he has been to the island again while I have been away?" "Not once. Poor boy, I find he has been ill. He has had fever.
He was glad to do something. "Ruffo knows no more than that," said Trizio angrily. "The driver of the horses knew no more." Adone paid him no need, but began to push his way through the thick network of the interlaced heather.
"He has seen it." And Emile? Had she been a blind woman, she who had so loved the beauty that was dust? She thought of Vere and Ruffo standing together, so youthful, so happy in their simple, casual intercourse. It was as if Vere had been mysteriously drawn to this boy because of his resemblance to the father she had never seen. Vere! Little Vere!
Then his black figure seemed to shut up like a telescope. He had become one with the dimness in the boat, was no longer detached from it. Only Ruffo was still detached. Was he going to sleep, too? A certain tenseness came into Vere's body. She kept her eyes, which she had opened very wide, fixed upon the black figure. It remained standing. The head moved. He was certainly looking up.
Why should he?" "I say he has not." "I like Ruffo." "Lo so." Again he looked at her with that curious expression in his eyes. Then he said: "Come, Signorina! It is getting late. We must go to the island." And they pulled out round the point to the open sea. During the hot weather the dwellers in the Casa del Mare made the siesta after the mid-day meal. The awnings and blinds were drawn.
Although Vere was such a child, so inexperienced, so innocent, so cloistered, he knew at once that he dared not dash her hopes. It was possible that she might eventually become what her mother certainly could never be. But she must not be interfered with. Her connection with the sea must not be severed. And people were coming into her life Ruffo, the Marchesino, and now this wounded girl Peppina.
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