“No—it’s quite fine.”
Artois drew in. “We ought to have a perfect evening,” he added, quietly.
CHAPTER XXIX
“How are we going to drive to the Carmine?” said Artois to Hermione, when she had taken her cloak and was ready to go down.
“We must have two carriages.”
“Yes.”
“Vere and I will go in one, with Gaspare on the box, and you and the Marchese can follow in the other.”
“Signora,” said the Marchesino, drawing on his white gloves, “you still do not trust us? You are still determined to take the watch-dog? It is cruel of you. It shows a great want of faith in Emilio and in me.”
“Gaspare must come.”