"--Tu sais que j'en vais mourir!"
She ended, with a strange burst of passion.
She rose suddenly to her feet and shut the lid down sharply upon the
key-board.
"How perfectly we understand each other, do we not?" she said sweetly, a
moment later, and meeting San Miniato's eyes.
"I hope we always shall," he answered quietly, pretending not to have
understood.
She left him with her mother and went out upon the terrace and looked
down at the black water deep below and at the lights of the yachts and
the far reflections of the stars upon the smooth bay, and at the distant
light on Capo Miseno. The night air soothed her a little, and when
dinner was announced and the three sat down to the table at the other
end of the terrace her face betrayed neither discontent nor emotion, and
she joined in the conversation indifferently enough, so that San Miniato
and her mother thought her more than usually agreeable.
At the appointed time the two porters appeared with the Marchesa's
chair, and Teresina brought in wraps and shawls, quite useless on such a
night, and the little party left the room in procession, as they had
done a few days earlier when they started for Tragara.
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