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Evidently he respected
Gaspare, and the two understood each other. And though Gaspare's words
were harsh, his eyes, as they looked at Ruffo, seemed to contradict
them. Nevertheless, there was excitement, a strung-up look in his
face.
"Gaspare!" said Vere.
Her eyes shot fire.
"Signorina?"
"Madre does like to hear what Ruffo has to say. Don't you, Madre?"
Gaspare looked unmoved. His whole face was full of a dogged obstinacy.
Yet he did not forget himself. There was nothing rude in his manner as
he said, before Hermione could reply:
"Signorina, the Signora does not know Ruffo's mother, so such things
cannot interest her. Is it not so, Signora?"
Hermione was still governed by the desire to be alone for a little
while with Ruffo, and the sensation of intense reserve--a reserve that
seemed even partially physical--that she felt towards Artois made her
dislike Ruffo's public exhibition of a gratitude that, expressed in
private, would have been sweet to her. Instead, therefore, of agreeing
with Vere, she said, in rather an off-hand way:
"It's all right, Ruffo.


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