"Do you think they are in the garden, Gaspare?" she said.
"Si, Signora. Listen! I can hear them!"
He held up his hand. Not far away there was a sound of voices speaking
together.
"Shall I go and tell them, Signora?"
After a moment Hermione said:
"Yes, Gaspare--go and tell them."
He went away, and she waited, leaning on the balustrade and looking
down to the dim sea, from which only the night before Ruffo's voice
had floated up to her, singing the song of Mergellina. Only the night
before! And it seemed to her centuries ago.
"Madre!"
Vere spoke to her. Vere was beside her. But she gazed beyond her child
to Ruffo, who stood with his cap in his hand and his eyes, full of
gentleness, looking at her for recognition.
"Ruffo!" she said.
Vere moved to let Ruffo pass. He came up and stood before Hermione.
"Ruffo!" she said again.
It seemed that she was going to say more. They waited for her to say
more. But she did not speak. She stood quite still for a moment
looking at the boy.
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