"We have the instincts, perhaps, men the vocabulary. Come, Vere, I
want to look over into the Saint's Pool and see what those men are
doing."

Vere laughed.

"Take care, Madre, or Gaspare will be jealous."

A soft look came into Hermione's face.

"Gaspare and I know each other," she said, quietly.

"But he could be jealous--horribly jealous."

"Of you, perhaps, Vere, but never of me. Gaspare and I have passed
through too much together for anything of that kind. Nobody could ever
take his place with me, and he knows it quite well."

"Gaspare's a darling, and I love him," said Vere, rather
inconsequently. "Shall we look over into the Pool from the pavilion,
or go down by the steps?"

"We'll look over."

They passed in through a gateway to the narrow terrace that fronted
the Casa del Mare facing Vesuvius, entered the house, traversed a
little hall, came out again into the air by a door on its farther
side, and made their way to a small pavilion that looked upon the Pool
of San Francesco. Almost immediately below, in the cool shadow of the
cliff, the boat was moored. The two men, lying at full length in it,