The Padrone bore it proudly down between the mirrors and the windows.
But Vere suddenly got up.
“I won’t write my name,” she said, sticking out her chin with the little determined air that was sometimes characteristic of her. “I am going to see what Gaspare and the sailors are doing.”
And she walked quickly away towards the terrace.
The Marchesino sprang up in despair.
“Shall we all go, Madame?” he said. “I have ordered coffee. It will be brought in a moment to the terrace.”
Hermione glanced at Artois.
“I will stay here for a little. I want to look at the book,” she said. “We will come in a moment. I don’t take coffee.”
“Then—we will be upon the terrace. A rivederci per un momento—pour un moment, Madame.”
He bowed over Hermione’s hand, and hurried away after Vere.