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He wondered if he had
really offended or hurt her in any way. He even wondered for a moment
whether she was not pleased at his spending the summer in Naples--
whether, for some reason, she had wished, and still wished, to be
alone with Vere.
"Perhaps Vere will get sick of looking after an--an old man," he said.
"You are not an old man, Monsieur Emile. Don't tout!"
"Tout?"
"Yes, for compliments about your youth. You meant me, you meant us
both, to say how young you are."
She spoke gayly, laughingly, but he felt she was cleverly and secretly
trying to smooth things out, to cover up the difficulty that had
intruded itself into their generally natural and simple relations.
"And your mother says nothing," said Artois, trying to fall in with
her desire, and to restore their wonted liveliness. "Don't you look
upon me as almost a boy, Hermione?"
"I think sometimes you seem wonderfully young," she said.
Her voice suggested that she wished to please him, but also that she
meant what she said.


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