"How far is Kairouan?"
"If I catch the train at Tunis I can be there the day after to-morrow."
"And you are going to nurse him, of course?"
"Yes, if—if I'm in time. Now I ought to pack before dinner."
"How beastly!" he said, just like a boy. "How utterly beastly! I don't feel as if I could believe it all. But you—what a trump you are, Hermione! To leave this and travel all that way—not one woman in a hundred would do it."
"Wouldn't you for a friend?"
"I!" he said, simply. "I don't know whether I understand friendship as you do. I've had lots of friends, of course, but one seemed to me very like another, as long as they were jolly."
"How Sicilian!" she thought.
She had heard Gaspare speak of his boy friends in much the same way.
"Emile is more to me than any one in the world but you," she said.