“What, Vere?”
“Never mind. Don’t be inquisitive, Monsieur Emile.”
He rowed on meekly.
“There is San Francesco’s light,” she said, in a moment. “I wonder if it is late. Have we been away long? I have no idea.”
“No more have I.”
Nor had he.
When they reached land he made the boat fast and turned to walk up to the house with her. He found her standing very still just behind him at the edge of the sea, with a startled look on her face.
“What is it, Vere?” he asked.
“Hush!”
She held up her hand and bent her head a little to one side, as one listening intently.