Gerald was laughing happily, between Hermione and the Italian.

He reminded her of Dionysos, because his hair was really yellow, his figure so full and laughing.

Hermione, in her large, stiff, sinister grace, leaned near him, frightening, as if she were not responsible for what she might do.

He knew a certain danger in her, a convulsive madness.

But he only laughed the more, turning often to the little Countess, who was flashing up her face at him.
They all dropped into the water, and were swimming together like a shoal of seals.