“I will come with you to the house if you really will not stay a little longer.”
“Perhaps I may come again?” he said, quickly, with a sudden hardness, a fighting sound in his voice. “One evening in the cool. Or do I bore you?”
“No; do come.”
Hermione felt rather guilty, as if they had been inhospitable, she and Vere; though, indeed, only Vere was in fault.
“Come and dine one night, and I shall ask Don Emilio.”
As she spoke she looked steadily at her guest.
“He was good enough to introduce us to each other, wasn’t he?” she added. “We must all have an evening together, as we did at Frisio’s.”
The Marchesino bowed.
“With pleasure, Signora.”
They came into the house.