"Have you seen the Signorina, Gaspare?" she asked him. "Has she been
out?"
"No, Signora. She is still in the house."
"Still reading!" said Artois. "Vere must be quite a book-worm!"
"Will you stay to dinner, Emile?"
"Alas, I have promised the Marchesino Isidoro to dine with him. Give
me a cup of tea /a la Russe/, and one of Ruffo's cigarettes, and then
I must bid you adieu. I'll take the boat to the Antico Giuseppone, and
then get another there as far as the gardens."
"One of Ruffo's cigarettes!" Hermione echoed, as they went up the
steps. "That boy seems to have made himself one of the family
already."
"Yet I wish, as I said in the cave, that I had put a knife into him
under the left shoulder-blade--before this morning."
They spoke lightly. It seemed as if each desired for the moment to get
away from their mood in the confessional of Virgil's Grotto, and from
the sadness of the white and silent day.
As to Ruffo, about whom they jested, he was in sight of Naples, and
not far from Mergellina, still rowing with tireless young arms, and
singing to "Bella Napoli," with a strong resolve in his heart to
return to the Saint's Pool on the first opportunity and dive for more
cigarettes.
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