The Call of the Blood Part 81
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"Yes, monsieur, come to-morrow, won't you?" Maurice seconded her.
The thought of what was going to happen before to-morrow made it seem to him a very long way off.
Hermione looked pleased.
"I must not be a bore," Artois answered. "I must not remind you and myself of limpets. There are rocks in your garden which might suggest the comparison. I think to-morrow I ought to stay quietly in Marechiaro."
"No, no," said Maurice. "Do come to-morrow."
"Thank you very much. I can't pretend that I do not wish to come. And, now that donkey-boy--has he climbed up, I wonder?"
"I'll go and see," said Maurice.
He was feverishly impatient to get rid of Artois. He hurried to the arch.
A long way off, near the path that led up from the ravine, he saw a figure with a gun. He was not sure, but he was almost sure that it was Gaspare. It must be he. The gun made him look, indeed, a sentinel. If Salvatore came the boy would stop him, stop him, if need be, at the cost of his own life. Maurice felt sure of that, and realized the danger of setting such faithfulness and violence to be sentinel. He stood for a moment looking at the figure. Yes, he knew it now for Gaspare. The boy had forgotten tea-time, had forgotten everything, in his desire to carry out his padrone's instructions. The signora was not to know. She was never to know. And Salvatore might come. Very well, then, he was there in the sun--ready.
"We'll never part from Gaspare," Maurice thought, as he looked and understood.
He saw no other figure. The donkey-boy had perhaps forgotten his mission or had started late. Maurice chafed bitterly at the delay. But he could not well leave his guest on this first day of his coming to Monte Amato, more especially after the events of the preceding day. To do so would seem discourteous. He returned to the terrace ill at ease, but strove to disguise his restlessness. It was nearly six o'clock when the boy at last appeared. Artois at once bade Hermione and Maurice good-bye and mounted his donkey.
"You will come to-morrow, then?" Maurice said to him at parting.
"I haven't the courage to refuse," Artois replied. "Good-bye."
He had already shaken Maurice's hand, but now he extended his hand again.
"It is good of you to make me so welcome," he said.
He paused, holding Maurice's hand in his. Both Hermione and Maurice thought he was going to say something more, but he glanced at her, dropped his host's hand, lifted his soft hat, and signed to the boy to lead the donkey away.
Hermione and Maurice followed to the arch, and from there watched him riding slowly down till he was out of sight. Maurice looked for Gaspare, but did not see him. He must have moved into the shadow of the ravine.
"Dear old Emile!" Hermione said. "He's been happy to-day. You've made him very happy, Maurice. Bless you for it!"
Maurice said nothing. Now the moment had arrived when he could go he felt a strange reluctance to say good-bye to Hermione, even for a short time.
So much might--must--happen before he saw her again that evening.
"And you?" she said, at last, as he was silent. "Are you really going down to bathe? Isn't it too late?"
"Oh no. I must have a dip. It will do me all the good in the world." He tried to speak buoyantly, but the words seemed to himself to come heavily from his tongue.
"Will you take t.i.to?"
"I--no, I think I'll walk. I shall get down quicker, and I like going into the sea when I'm hot. I'll just fetch my bathing things."
They walked back together to the house. Maurice wondered what had suddenly come to him. He felt horribly sad now--yet he wished to get the scene that awaited him over. He was longing to have it over. He went into the house, got his bathing-dress and towels, and came out again onto the terrace.
"I shall be a little late back, I suppose," he said.
"Yes. It's six o'clock now. Shall we dine at half-past eight--or better say nine? That will give you plenty of time to come up quietly."
"Yes. Let's say nine."
Still he did not move to go.
"Have you been happy to-day, Hermione?" he asked.
"Yes, very--since this morning."
"Since?"
"Yes. This morning I--"
She stopped.
"I was a little puzzled," she said, after a minute, with her usual frankness. "Tell me, Maurice--you weren't made unhappy by--by what I told you?"
"About--about the child?"
"Yes."
He did not answer with words, but he put his arms about her and kissed her, as he had not kissed her since she went away to Africa. She shut her eyes. Presently she felt the pressure of his arms relax.
"I'm perfectly happy now," she said. "Perfectly happy."
He moved away a step or two. His face was flushed, and she thought that he looked younger, that the boyish expression she loved had come back to him.
"Good-bye, Hermione," he said.
Still he did not go. She thought that he had something more to say but did not know how to say it. She felt so certain of this that she said:
"What is it, Maurice?"
"We shall come back to Sicily, I suppose, sha'n't we, some time or other?"
"Surely. Many times, I hope."
"Suppose--one can never tell what will happen--suppose one of us were to die here?"
"Yes," she said, soberly.
"Don't you think it would be good to lie there where we lay this afternoon, under the oak-trees, in sight of Etna and the sea? I think it would. Good-bye, Hermione."
He swung the bathing-dress and the towels up over his shoulder and went away through the arch. She followed and watched him springing down the mountain-side. Just before he reached the ravine he turned and waved his hand to her. His movements, that last gesture, were brimful of energy and of life. He acted better then than he had that day upon the terrace. But the sense of progress, the feeling that he was going to meet fate in the person of Salvatore, quickened the blood within him. At last the suspense would be over. At last he would be obliged to play not the actor but the man. He longed to be down by the sea. The youth in him rose up at the thought of action, and his last farewell to Hermione, looking down to him from the arch, was bold and almost careless.
Scarcely had he got into the ravine before he met Gaspare. He stopped.
The boy's face was aflame with expression as he stood, holding his gun, in front of his padrone.
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