He knew Vere's love of the sea and understood her desire.
The Marchesino shut the door and stood by it, bending and looking doubtful.
"I will stay here with the Marchese. I am really too old to face such a tempest, and the Marchese has no coat. He simply can't go."
"But, Signora, it does not matter! I am ready."
"Impossible. Your clothes would be ruined. Go along, Vere! Turn up your collar."
She spoke almost as if to a boy, and like a gay boy Vere obeyed her and slipped out to Gaspare.
"You really won't come, Madre?"
"No. But--tell me if you see the light."