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He seemed to inquire something of Ruffo, something of Hermione, and
then, at the last, surely something of himself. But when Ruffo had
finished, he said, brusquely:
"Signora, it is getting very late. Will not Don Emilio be going? He
will want to say good-night, and I must help him with the boat."
"Run and see if Don Emilio is in a hurry, Gaspare. If he is I'll
come."
Gaspare looked at her, hesitating.
"What's the matter?" she exclaimed, her secret irritation suddenly
getting the upper hand in her nature. "Are you afraid that Ruffo will
hurt me?"
"No, Signora."
As Vere had reddened, he reddened, and he looked with deep reproach at
his Padrona. That look went to Hermione's heart; she thought, "Am I
going to quarrel with the one true and absolutely loyal friend I
have?" She remembered Vere's words in the garden about Gaspare's
devotion to her, a devotion which she felt like a warmth round about
her life.
"I'll come with you, Gaspare," she said, with a revulsion of feeling.


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