Hermione had spoken. Artois, whose imagination had been fascinated by the instincts of the crowd, and whose intellect had been chained to watchfulness during its strange excitement, looked sharply round.
“Vere—isn’t she here?”
He saw at once that she was gone. But he saw, too, that Gaspare was no longer with them. The watch-dog had been more faithful than he.
“They must be close by,” he added. “The sudden movement separated us, no doubt.”
“Yes. Gaspare has vanished too!”
“With them,” Artois said.
He spoke with an emphasis that was almost violent.
“But—you didn’t see—” began Hermione.
“Don’t you know Gaspare yet?” he asked.
Their eyes met. She was startled by the expression in his.