“Gaspare, you ought to have been a lady’s maid! Go and bring in Don Emilio to Madre’s room. And—wait—you’re not to tell him Madre is away. Now mind!”
“Va bene, Signorina.”
He went away.
“Shall I put up my hair?”
Vere went again to the glass, and stood considering herself.
“For Monsieur Emile! No, it’s too absurd! Gaspare really is... I sha’n’t!”
And she ran out just as she was to meet Artois.
CHAPTER XI
When she reached her mother’s sitting-room Artois was already there speaking to Gaspare by a window. He turned rather quickly as Vere came in, and exclaimed: