“Too still. It is like steel.”
“Hush! Listen!”
She held up her hand. They both heard a far-off sound of busy panting on the sea.
“That must be the launch!” she said.
Her eyes were gay and expectant. It was evident that she was in high spirits, that she was looking forward to this unusual gayety.
“Yes.”
“Doesn’t it sound in a hurry, as if the Marchesino was terribly afraid of being late?”
“Get your umbrella, Vere, and a waterproof. You will want them both.”
At that moment Hermione came in.
“Madre, the launch is coming in a frightful hurry, and Monsieur Emile says we must take umbrellas.”