A Spirit in Prison Part 89
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He stopped. To-night he no longer dared frankly to speak his mind to Hermione.
"I was at Mergellina the other day," he said. "And I saw Ruffo with his mother."
"Did you. What is she like?"
"Oh, like many middle-aged women of the South, rather broad and battered-looking, and probably much older in appearance than in years."
"Poor woman! She has been through a great deal."
Her voice was quite genuine now. And Artois said to himself that the faint suspicion he had had was ill-founded.
"Do you know anything about her?"
"Oh yes. I had a talk with Ruffo the other night. And he told me several things."
Each time Hermione mentioned Ruffo's name it seemed to Artois that her voice softened, almost that she gave the word a caress. He longed to ask her something, but he was afraid to.
He would try not to interfere with Fate. But he would not hasten its coming--if it were coming. And he knew nothing. Perhaps the anxious suspicion which had taken up its abode in his mind, and which, without definite reason, seemed gradually changing into conviction was erroneous. Perhaps some day he would laugh at himself, and say to himself, "I was mad to dream of such a thing."
"Those women often have a bad time," he said.
"Few women do not, I sometimes think."
He said nothing, and she went on rather hastily, as if wis.h.i.+ng to cover her last words.
"Ruffo told me something that I did not know about Peppina. His step-father was the man who cut that cross on Peppina's face."
"Perdio!" said Artois.
He used the Italian exclamation at that moment quite naturally. Suddenly he wished more than ever before that Hermione had not taken Peppina to live on the island.
"Hermione," he said, "I wish you had not Peppina here."
"Still because of Vere?" she said.
And now she was looking at him steadily.
"I feel that she comes from another world, that she had better keep away from yours. I feel as if misfortune attended her."
"It is odd. Even the servants say she has the evil eye. But, if she has, it is too late now. Peppina has looked upon us all."
"Perhaps that old Eastern was right." Artois could not help saying it.
"Perhaps all that is to be is ordained long beforehand. Do you think that, Hermione?"
"I have sometimes thought it, when I have been depressed. I have sometimes said to myself, 'E il destino!'"
She remembered at that moment her feeling on the day when she returned from the expedition with Vere to Capri--that perhaps she had returned to the island to confront some grievous fate. Had Artois such a thought, such a prevision? Suddenly she felt frightened, like a child when, at night, it pa.s.ses the open door of a room that is dark.
She moved and got up from her chair. Like the child, when it rushes on and away, she felt in her panic the necessity of physical activity.
Artois followed her example. He was glad to move.
"Shall we go and see what Vere is doing?" he said.
"If you like. I feel sure she is with Ruffo."
They went towards the house. Artois felt a deep curiosity, which filled his whole being, to know what Hermione's exact feeling towards Ruffo was.
"Don't you think," he said, "that perhaps it is a little dangerous to allow Vere to be so much with a boy from Mergellina?"
"Oh no."
In her tone there was the calm of absolute certainty.
"Well, but we don't know so very much about him."
"Do you think two instincts could be at fault?"
"Two instincts?"
"Vere's and mine?"
"Perhaps not. Then your instinct--"
He waited. He was pa.s.sionately interested.
"Ruffo is all right," Hermione answered.
It seemed to him as if she had deliberately used that bluff expression to punish his almost mystical curiosity. Was she warding him off consciously?
They pa.s.sed through the house and came out on its further side, but they did not go immediately to the cliff top. Both of them felt certain the two children must be there, and both of them, perhaps, were held back for a moment by a mutual desire not to disturb their innocent confidences. They stood upon the bridge, therefore, looking down into the dimness of the Pool. From the water silence seemed to float up to them, almost visibly, like a lovely, delicate mist--silence, and the tenderness of night, embracing their distresses.
The satire died out of Hermione's poor, tormented heart. And Artois for a moment forgot the terrible face half seen in the darkness of the trees.
"There is the boat. He is here."
Hermione spoke in a low voice, pointing to the shadowy form of a boat upon the Pool.
"Yes."
Artois gazed at the boat. Was it indeed a Fate that came by night to the island softly across the sea, ferried by the ignorant hands of men?
He longed to know. And Hermione longed to know something, too: whether Artois had ever seen the strange likeness she had seen, whether Maurice had ever seemed to gaze for a moment at him out of the eyes of Ruffo.
But to-night she could not ask him that. They were too far away from each other. And because of the gulf between them her memory had suddenly become far more sacred, far more necessary to her even, than it had been before.
It had been a solace, a beautiful solace. But now it was much more than that--now it was surely her salvation.
As she felt that, a deep longing filled her heart to look again on Ruffo's face, to search again for the expression that sent back the years. But she wished to do that without witnesses, to be alone with the boy, as she had been alone with him that night upon the bridge. And suddenly she was impatient of Vere's intercourse with him. Vere could not know what the tender look meant, if it came. For she had never seen her father's face.
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