She did not know why, but she felt guilty for a moment. Yet she had done nothing.
"There is the rain," said Artois.
They were just entering the outer room from which the terrace opened.
As she called the lightning flashed again, and showed her Vere and the Marchesino running in from the darkness. Vere was laughing, and looked more joyous than before.
"Such a storm, Madre! The sea is a mass of foam. It's glorious! Hark at the fishermen!"
From the blackness below rose hoarse shouts and prolonged calls--some near, some far. Faintly with them mingled the quavering and throaty voice of the blind man, now raised in "Santa Lucia."
"What are we going to do, Monsieur Emile?"
"We must get home at once before it gets worse," said Hermione. "Marchese, I am so sorry, but I am afraid we must ask for the launch."