“Shall we go and see what Vere is doing?” he said.
“If you like. I feel sure she is with Ruffo.”
They went towards the house. Artois felt a deep curiosity, which filled his whole being, to know what Hermione’s exact feeling towards Ruffo was.
“Don’t you think,” he said, “that perhaps it is a little dangerous to allow Vere to be so much with a boy from Mergellina?”
“Oh no.”
In her tone there was the calm of absolute certainty.
“Well, but we don’t know so very much about him.”
“Do you think two instincts could be at fault?”
“Two instincts?”
“Vere’s and mine?”