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It seemed to him that Vere had her purpose in
coming here, as Hermione had had hers. And once more the words of the
old man in "Pelleas and Melisande" haunted him. Once more he heard
them in his heart.
"Now it's the child's turn."
Vere dropped her right hand over the gunwale till it touched the sea,
making a tiny splash.
"Monsieur Emile!" she said.
"Yes, Vere."
"Do you believe in the evil eye?"
Artois did not know what he had expected Vere to say, but her question
seemed to strike his mind like a soft blow, it was so unforeseen.
"No," he answered.
She was silent. It was too dark for him to see her face at all
clearly. He had only a vague general impression of her, of her
slightness, vitality, youth, and half-dreamy excitement.
"Why do you ask me?"
"Giulia said to me this evening that she was sure the new servant had
the evil eye."
"Peppina?"
"Yes, that is her name."
"Have you seen her?"
"No, not yet. It's odd, but I feel as if I would rather not.


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