Fiercely she resolved to be and to do the impossible. It was the only chance. For Gaspare was difficult to deceive.
“Gaspare!” she said.
“Si, Signora,” he replied, without turning his head.
“Can’t you row sitting down?”
“If you like, Signora.”
“We can talk better then.”
“Va bene, Signora.”
He turned round and sat down.
The boat was at this moment just off the “Palace of the Spirits.” Hermione saw its shattered walls cruelly lit up by the blazing sun, its gaping window-spaces like eye-sockets, sightless, staring, horribly suggestive of ruin and despair.
She was like that. Gaspare was looking at her. Gaspare must know that she was like that.