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Yet, for some reason unknown to him, he
could not issue from a certain reserve that checked him, could not
speak to her as he had spoken not long ago in the cave. Indeed, as she
came in her last words a little towards him, as one with hands
tremblingly and a little doubtfully held out, he felt that he drew
back.
"I think we all feel helpless often when we have passed our first
youth," he answered.
He got up and stretched himself, towering above her.
"Shall we stroll about a little?" he added. "I feel quite cramped with
sitting."
"You go. I'll finish this flower."
"I'll take a turn and come back."
As he went she dropped her embroidery and sat staring straight before
her at the sea.
Artois heard voices in the house, and listened for a new one, the
voice of Peppina. But he could not distinguish it. He went down into
the tiny garden. No one was there, and he returned, and passing
through the house came out on its farther side. Here he met Gaspare
coming up from the sea.


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