almost more than I do."

"Well?"

Hermione led the way down-stairs. When they were outside, on the crest
of the islet, the peculiar sickliness of the weather struck them both
more forcibly.

"This is the strangest scirocco effect I think I have ever seen," said
Artois. "It is as if nature were under the influence of a drug, and
had fallen into a morbid dream, with eyes wide open, and pale, inert
and folded hands. I should like to see Naples to-day, and notice if
this weather has any effect upon that amazing population. I wonder if
my young friend, Marchese Isidoro Panacci-- By-the-way, I haven't told
you about him?"

"No."

"I must. But not now. We will continue our former conversation. Where
shall we find the boat, the small one?"

"Gaspare will bring it--Gaspare! Gaspare!"

"Signora!" cried a strong voice below.

"La piccola barca!"

"Va bene, Signora!"

They descended slowly. It would have been almost impossible to do