“Never mind.”
The Marchese gave the lire to the blind man, and the musicians went drearily out.
Then Hermione held out her hand at once.
“I must go now. It is late.”
“You are going by sea, Signora?”
“Yes.”
“I will accompany you.”
“No, indeed. I couldn’t think of it. You have friends.”
“They will understand. Have you your own boat?”
“No.”