He repeated them as he gazed at the blackness above Ischia.
“Monsieur Emile!”
“Vere!”
The girl came towards him, a white contrast to what he had been watching.
“I’m all ready. It seems so strange to be going out to a sort of party. I’ve had such a bother with my hair.”
“You have conquered,” he said. “Undine has disappeared.”
“What?”
“Come quite close to the lamp.”
She came obediently.
“Vere transformed!” he said. “I have seen three Veres to-day already. How many more will greet me to-night?”