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"Let us
creep down softly, or he will think it his duty to come with us,
starving, and that would spoil everything. Au revoir, Hermione," he
whispered.
"Good-bye, Madre," whispered Vere.
They glided away, the big man and the light-footed child, going on
tiptoe with elaborate precaution.
As Hermione looked after them, she said to herself:
"How young Emile is to-night!"
At that moment she felt as if she were much older than he was.
They slipped down to the sea without attracting the attention of
Gaspare, got into the little boat, and rowed gently out towards
Nisida.
"I feel like a contrabandista," said Artois, as they stole under the
lee of the island towards the open sea--"as if Gaspare would fire upon
us if he heard the sound of oars."
"Quick! Quick! Let us get away. Pull harder, Monsieur Emile! How slow
you are!"
Laughingly Artois bent to the oars.
"Vere, you are a baby!" he said.
"And what are you, then, I should like to know?" she answered, with
dignity.


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