"I would come in the launch," Artois said hastily. "But-- Good-night!"

"A rivederci, Emilio!" called the Marchesino.

The last syllables only came back to them through the wind and the rain.

"Grazie, it is all right like this."

"I am quite covered, really, thank you."

She hurried on, smiling, but not taking his arm. She knew how to be obstinate.

"Ma Signorina--mais Mademoiselle--"

"Gaspare! Is Madre all safe in the launch?"