And even if Hermione and Vere should
chance to be out of doors they would not see him, or, if they did,
would not recognize him in the night.
His slight uneasiness, prompted by a vague idea that the Marchesino
was secretly mischievous, had possibly some plan in his mind connected
with the islet, was surely without foundation.
He told himself so as the fisherman laid hold of their oars and set
the boat's prow towards the point of land which conceals the small
harbor of the Villa Rosebery.
The shrill voices of the two singers died away from their ears, but
lingered in the memory of the Marchesino, as the silence of the sea
took the boat to itself, the sea silence and the magic of the moon.
He turned his face towards the silver, beyond which, hidden as yet,
was the islet where dwelt the child he meant to know.
CHAPTER VII
Although Hermione had told Artois that she could not find complete
rest and happiness in her child, that she could not live again in Vere
fully and intensely as she had lived once, as she still had it in her
surely to live, she and Vere were in a singularly close relationship.
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