"You must treat Vere as you think best, order her life as you think right. In some things you do wisely to consult me. But in this you must rely on yourself. Let your heart teach you. Do not ask questions of my head."
There was a trace of disappointment, even of surprise, in her voice. She looked at him as if she were going to say more, but again she was disconcerted by something in his look, his attitude.
"I will come with you to the lift."
He went with her and touched the electric bell. As they waited for a moment he added:
"I should like to have an evening quietly on the island."
"Come to-night, or whenever you like. Don't fix a time. Come when the inclination whispers--'I want to be with friends.' "
"The Marchesino, too, perhaps."
"No," said Artois, emphatically. "Disfigured girls and fisher-boys--as many as you like, but not the alta aristocrazia Napoletana."