In reply Vere said:
“Monsieur Emile, you remember this morning, when we were in the garden, and mother called?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know, the way she called made me feel frightened?”
“We were so busy talking that the sudden sound startled us.”
“No, it wasn’t that.”
“But when we came your mother was smiling—she was perfectly well. You let your imagination—”
“No, Monsieur Emile, indeed I don’t.”
He did not try any more to remove her impression. He saw that to do so would be quite useless.
“I should like to speak to Gaspare,” Vere said, after a moment’s thought.