He was longing to warn Hermione against Emilio—to hint that Emilio was not to be trusted. He believed that Hermione must be very blind, very unfitted to look after a lovely daughter. But when he glanced at her face he did not quite know how to hint what was in his mind. And just then Vere came back and the opportunity was gone. She held out a box to the Marchesino. As he thanked her and took a cigarette he tried to look into her eyes. But she would not let him. And when he struck his match she returned once more to the house, carrying the box with her. Her movement was so swift and unexpected that Hermione had not time to speak before she was gone.
“But—”
“I should not smoke another, Signora,” said the Marchesino, quickly.
“You are sure?”
“Quite.”
“Still, Vere might have left the box. She is inhospitable to-day.”
Hermione spoke lightly.
“Oh, it is bad for cigarettes to lie in the sun. It ruins them.”
“But you should have filled your case. You must do so before you go.”
“Thank you.”