“I can’t bear it,” she said. “I—I shall have to go into the room.”
“No, Signorina. You are not to go in.”
“If the door isn’t locked I must—”
“It is locked.”
“You don’t know. You can’t know.”
“I know it is locked, Signorina.”
Vere put her hands to her eyes.
“It’s too dreadful! I didn’t know any one—I have never heard—”
Gaspare went to her and shut the door resolutely.
“You are not to listen, Signorina. You are not to listen.”