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Hermione met him at the door of her room, and they went in almost
directly to lunch with Vere. When the meal was over Vere disappeared,
without saying why, and Hermione and Artois returned to Hermione's
room to have coffee. By this time the day was absolutely windless, the
sky had become nearly white, and the sea was a pale gray, flecked here
and there with patches of white.
"This is like a June day of scirocco," said Artois, as he lit his pipe
with the air of a man thoroughly at home. "I wonder if it will succeed
in affecting Vere's spirits. This morning, when I arrived, she looked
wildly young. But the day held still some blue then."
Hermione was settling herself slowly in a low chair near the window
that faced Capri. The curious, rather ghastly light from the sea fell
over her.
"Vere is very sensitive to almost all influences," she said. "You know
that, Emile."
"Yes," he said, throwing away the match he had been using; "and the
influence of this morning roused her to joy.


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