“Perhaps we can find a fisherman, Signorina.”
“Yes, but don’t—Wait for me, Gaspare!”
“I am not going, Signorina.”
With feverish haste she took a pen and a sheet of paper and wrote:
“DEAR MONSIEUR EMILE,—Please come to the island at once.
Something terrible has happened. I don’t know what it is. But
Madre is—No, I can’t put it. Oh, do come—please—please come!
VERE
“Come the quickest way.”
When the paper was shut in an envelope and addressed she got up. Gaspare held out his hand.
“I will go and look for a fisherman, Signorina.”
“But I must come with you. I must keep with you.”
She held on to his arm.
“I’m not a coward. But I can’t—I can’t—”