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"Well, good-bye, Emile."
"I will come with you to the lift."
He went with her and touched the electric bell. As they waited for a
moment he added:
"I should like to have an evening quietly on the island."
"Come to-night, or whenever you like. Don't fix a time. Come when the
inclination whispers--'I want to be with friends.' "
He pressed her hand.
"Shall I see Peppina?"
"Chi lo sa?"
"And Ruffo?"
She laughed.
"The Marchesino, too, perhaps."
"No," said Artois, emphatically. "Disfigured girls and fisher-boys--as
many as you like, but not the alta aristocrazia Napoletana."
"But I thought--"
"I like Doro, but--I like him in his place."
"And his place?"
"Is not the island--when I wish to be quiet there."
The lift descended. Artois went out once more onto the balcony, and
watched her get into the carriage and drive away towards Naples. She
did not look up again.
"She has gone to fetch that girl Peppina," Artois said to himself,
"and I might have prevented it.


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