But I
love to feel that I am trusted, that those I trust and care for would
never keep me in the dark--"
She thought again of Emile and of the night and her outburst.
"The dark, Signora?"
"Don't you understand what I mean? When you are in the dark you can't
see anything. You can't see the things you ought to see."
"You are not in the dark, Signora."
He spoke rather stupidly, and looked towards the lamp, as if he
misunderstood her explanation. But she knew his quickness of mind too
well to be deceived.
"Gaspare," she said, "I don't know whether you are going to be frank
with me, but I am going to be frank with you. Sit down for a minute,
and--please shut the door first."
He looked at her, looked down, hesitated, then went slowly to the
door, and shut it softly. Hermione was sitting on the sofa when he
turned. He came back and stood beside her.
"Si, Signora?"
"I'd rather you sat too, Gaspare."
He took a seat on a hard chair. His face had changed. Generally it was
what is called "an open face.
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