“I think it is.”
“But why should that be?”
“Don’t you think that Monsieur Emile can tell you much better than I? I feel all the things, you know, that he can explain.”
There was a touch of something that was like a half-hidden irony in her voice.
“Monsieur Emile! Yes, I think he understands almost everything about people,” said Vere, quite without irony. “But could a man explain such a thing as well as a woman? I don’t think so.”
“We have the instincts, perhaps, men the vocabulary. Come, Vere, I want to look over into the Saint’s Pool and see what those men are doing.”
Vere laughed.
“Take care, Madre, or Gaspare will be jealous.”
A soft look came into Hermione’s face.
“Gaspare and I know each other,” she said, quietly.