Now she
herd voices, a laugh.
"Giulia!" she called.
The voices stopped talking, but it was Gaspare who came in answer to
her call. She looked down to him.
"Don't come up, Gaspare. Where is the Signorina?"
"The Signorina is on the terrace, Signora--with Don Emilio."
He looked up at her very seriously in the gloom. She thought of the
meeting at the Festa, and longed to wring from Gaspare his secret.
"Don Emilio is here?"
"Si, Signora."
"How long ago did he come?"
"About half an hour, I think, Signora."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Don Emilio told me not to bother you, Signora--that he would just sit
and wait."
"I see. And the Signorina?"
"I did not tell her, either. She was in the garden alone, but I have
heard her talking on the terrace with the Signore. Are you ill,
Signora?"
"No. All right, Gaspare!"
She moved away. His large, staring eyes followed her till she
disappeared in the passage. The passage was not long, but it seemed to
Hermione as if a multitude of impressions, of thoughts, of fears, of
determinations rushed through her heart and brain while she walked
down it and into the room that opened to the terrace.
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