He busied himself in making fast the boat, while Hermione followed Vere.
In the afternoon about five, when Hermione was sitting alone in her room writing some letters, Gaspare appeared with an angry and suspicious face.
“Signora,” he said, “that Signore is here.”
“What Signore? The Marchese!”
“Si, Signora.”
Gaspare was watching his Padrona’s face, and suddenly his own face changed, lightened, as he saw the look that had come into her eyes.
“I did not know whether you wished to see him—”
“Yes, Gaspare, I will see him. You can let him in. Wait a moment. Where is the Signorina?”
“Up in her room, Signora.”
“You can tell her who is here, and ask her whether she wishes to have tea in her room or not.”