Hermione."
Artois rode up in the cool of the day, towards evening.
He was met upon the terrace by Gaspare.
"The signora is on the mountain, signore," he said. "If you go up you will find her, the povero signora. She is all alone upon the mountain."
"I will go, Gaspare. I have told Maddalena. I think she will be silent."
The boy dropped his eyes. His unreserve of the island had not endured. It had been a momentary impulse, and now the impulse had died away.
"Va bene, signore," he muttered.
He had evidently nothing more to say, yet Artois did not leave him immediately.
"Gaspare," he said, "the signora will not stay here through the great heat, will she?"
"Non lo so, signore."