“I beg your pardon, Hermione,” he said, hastily. “Of course if you really want to talk to Ruffo—”
“I don’t think Vere will mind,” she said.
Her lips were actually trembling, but her voice was calm.
They walked forward.
When they were close to the children they both saw there was a third figure on the cliff. Gaspare was at a little distance. Hermione could see the red point of his cigarette gleaming.
“Gaspare’s there, too,” she said.
“Yes.”
“Why is he there?” Artois thought.
And again there woke up in him an intense curiosity about Gaspare.
Ruffo had seen them, and now he took off his cap. And Vere turned her head and got up from the seat.