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He is determined not to deprive
us of our siesta."
"One needs to sleep at this hour in the hot weather," said the
Marchesino.
The expression of wonder and confusion was still upon his face, and he
spoke slowly.
"Good-bye, Marchese," Vere said, holding out her hand.
He took it and bowed over it and let it go. The girl turned and ran
lightly up-stairs.
Directly she was gone the Marchesino said to Hermione:
"Pardon me, Signora, I--I--"
He hesitated. His self-possession seemed to have deserted him for the
moment. He looked at Hermione swiftly, searchingly, then dropped his
eyes.
"What is it, Marchese?" she asked, wondering what was the matter with
him.
He still hesitated. Evidently he was much disturbed. At last he said
again:
"Pardon me, Signora. I--as you know, I am Neapolitan. I have always
lived in Naples."
"Yes, I know."
"I know Naples like my pocket--"
He broke off.
Hermione waited for him to go on. She had no idea what was coming.
"Yes?" she said, at length to help him.


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