It was really the reaction from that effort that sent Hermione from the island that evening. She felt as if she could not face another meal with Vere just then. She felt transparent, as if Vere's eyes would be able to see all that she must hide if they were together in the evening. And she resolved to go away. She made some excuse--that she wished for a little change, that she was fidgety and felt the confinement of the island.
"I think I'll go over to the village," she said; "and walk up to the road and take the tram."
Hermione saw in Vere's eyes that the girl was waiting for something.
"I'll go by myself, Vere," she said. "I should be bad company to-day. The black dog is at my heels."
"If I am late in coming back, have dinner without me."
Vere waited a moment; then as if desiring to break forcibly through the restraint that bound them put out her hand to her mother's and said:
"Why don't you go to Naples and have dinner with Monsieur Emile? He would cheer you up, and it is ages since we have seen him."
"Only two or three days. No, I won't disturb Emile. He may be working."