Gaspare--he had been strange, disturbed lately. Hermione had noticed
it; so had the servants. There had been in the Casa del Mare an
oppressive atmosphere created by the mentality of some of its
inhabitants.
Even she, on that day when she had returned from Capri, had felt a
sensation of returning to meet some grievous tale.
She remembered Artois now, recalling his letter which she had found
that day.
Gaspare and Artois--did they both suspect, or both know, something
which they had been concealing from her?
Suddenly she began to feel frightened. Yet she did not form in her
mind any definite conception of what such a mutual secret might be.
She simply began to feel frightened, almost like a child.
She said to herself that this brooding night, with its dumbness, its
heat, its vaporous mystery, was affecting her spirit. And she got up
from the bench, and began to walk very slowly towards the house.
When she did this she suddenly felt sure that while she had been on the
crest of the cliff Artois had arrived at the island, that he was now
with Vere in the house.
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