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She had no great sense of beauty, but she was sentimental, and she began to cry; for here, where a great cypress interrupted the monotony of the girdle of olives, she had sat with Gino one afternoon in March, her head upon his shoulder, while Caroline was looking at the view and sketching.
It was good to be 22 and not have to keep your mouth shut. Gino got to his feet and stretched. "What a man!" "Sit down, Gino." "No compassion." "It's lonely at the top," Gino said, trudging toward a ladder. That evening in the Depresso, Patrick finished the mathematics book. He planned to mail it to Molly on Saturday, when he usually checked the Post Office for mail.
Perhaps she had seen Gino, and they had prepared some elaborate mortification for the Herritons. Perhaps Gino had sold the baby cheap to her for a joke: it was just the kind of joke that would appeal to him. Philip still remembered the laughter that had greeted his fruitless journey, and the uncouth push that had toppled him on to the bed.
"Gino," said a voice of authority, near the gondolier. "Signore." He who interrupted the dialogue pointed to the boat without saying more. "A rivederli," hastily muttered the gondolier.
Normando he identified as the man in the rubber coat whose face he had clearly seen as the final shot was fired; he pointed out Gino Cressi as the picket who had given warning of the Chief's approach, then told of his share in the lad's arrest and what Gino had said.
Gino wheeled suddenly, and saw that a grinning harlequin was playing his antics in the place where he had expected to find the stranger. "And thy eyes, bella contadina, are as dull as a mole's." He ceased speaking; for, deceived in his person, she who had saluted him was no longer visible.
"I ask thee if thou knowest the countenance of one named Frontoni?" "His countenance, Signore!" "By what else would'st thou distinguish a man?" "A man, Signor' Don Camillo!" "Art thou mocking thy master, Gino? I have asked thee if thou art acquainted with the person of a certain Jacopo Frontoni, a dweller here in Venice?" "Eccellenza, yes."
He did not, however, relinquish the strife, but continued to struggle with the energy of one who merited a better fortune. When this unexpected and entirely new character was given to the contest, there still remained a broad sheet of water between the advancing gondolas and the goal. Gino led, and with many favorable symptoms of his being able to maintain his advantage.
The discovery of his infidelity which she made by accident destroyed such remnants of self-satisfaction as her life might yet possess. She broke down utterly and sobbed and cried in Perfetta's arms. Perfetta was kind and even sympathetic, but cautioned her on no account to speak to Gino, who would be furious if he was suspected.
There is not a man in Venice who would more gladly consult it, if my master's errand were fairly done!" muttered Gino, between his teeth. "I have here a packet, which it is my duty to put into your hands, Signore, and into those of no other." "I know thee not thou hast a name?" "Not in the sense in which you speak, Signore. As to that sort of reputation I am as nameless as a foundling."
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