Her voice changed, faltered on the last word, and she walked along the terrace to the sitting-room window.
"I must pack now," she said. "Then we can have one more quiet time together after dinner."
Her last words seemed to strike him, for he followed her, and as she was going into the bedroom, he said:
"Perhaps—why shouldn't I—"
But then he stopped.
"Yes, Maurice!" she said, quickly.
"Where's Gaspare?" he asked. "We'll make him help with the packing. But you won't take much, will you? It'll only be for a few days, I suppose."
"Who knows?"
"Gaspare! Gaspare!" he called.
"Che vuole?" answered a sleepy voice.