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To-night it meant nothing to her. It was just a
lamp lit, as a lamp might be lit in a street, to give illumination in
darkness to any one who passed. She wondered why she had thought of it
so strangely.
Gaspare met her at the landing. She noticed at once a suppressed
excitement in his manner. He looked at Andrea keenly and suspiciously.
"How late you are, Signora!"
He put out his strong arm to help her to the land.
"Am I, Gaspare? Yes, I suppose I am--you ought all to be in bed."
"I should not go to bed while you were out, Signora."
Again she linked Gaspare with her memory, saw the nomad not quite
alone on the journey.
"I know."
"Have you been to Naples, Signora?"
"No--only to--"
"To Mergellina?"
He interrupted her almost sharply.
"No, to the Scoglio di Frisio. Pay the boatman this, Gaspare. Good-
night, Andrea."
"Good-night, Signora."
Gaspare handed the man his money, and at once the boat set out on its
return to Posilipo.
Hermione stood at the water's edge watching its departure.


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