"I never enjoyed any night so much before, out there under the moon. Why

don't we always sleep out-of-doors?"

"Shall we try some night on the terrace?"

"By Jove, we will! What a lark!"

"Did you go into the sea?"

"I should think so! Ask Gaspare if I didn't beat them all. I had to swim,

too."

"And the fish?" she said, trying to speak, carelessly.

"They were stunning. We caught an awful lot, and Mother Carmela cooked

them to a T. I had an appetite, I can tell you, Hermione, after being in

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the sea."

She was silent for a moment. Her hand had dropped out of his. When she

spoke again, she said: "And you slept in the caves?"

"The others did."

"And you?"

"I couldn't sleep, so I went out on to the beach. But I'll tell you all

that presently. You won't be shocked, Hermione, if I take a siesta now?

I'm pretty well done--grandly tired, don't you know. I think I could get

a lovely nap before collazione."

"Come in, my dearest," she said. "Collazione a little late, Lucrezia, not

till half-past one."

"And the fish, signora?" asked Lucrezia.

"We've got quite enough without fish," said Hermione, turning away.

"Oh, by Jove!" Delarey said, as they went into the cottage, putting his

hand into his jacket-pocket, "I've got something for you, Hermione."

"Fish!" she cried, eagerly, her whole face brightening. "Lucre--"

"Fish in my coat!" he interrupted, still not remembering. "No, a letter.

They gave it me from the village as we came up. Here it is."

He drew out a letter, gave it to her, and went into the bedroom, while

Hermione stood in the sitting-room by the dining-table with the letter in

her hand.

It was from Artois, with the Kairouan postmark.

"It's from Emile," she said.

Maurice was closing the shutters, to make the bedroom dark.

"Is he still in Africa?" he asked, letting down the bar with a clatter.

"Yes," she said, opening the envelope. "Go to bed like a good boy while I

read it."

She wanted his kiss so much that she did not go near to him, and spoke

with a lightness that was almost like a feigned indifference. He thrust

his gay face through the doorway into the sunshine, and she saw the beads

of perspiration on his smooth brow above his laughing, yet half-sleepy

eyes.




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