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In a minute or two he was overtaken by a little lad, who looked up at him and said in an insinuating voice, "Albergo del Sole, signore?" "Prendi, bambino," was Mallard's reply, as he handed the bag to him. "Avanti!" A divine evening, softly warm, dim-glimmering.
"Do the Stanze interest you?" was Mallard's next question. "Very little, I am sorry to say. They soon weary me." "And the Loggia?" "I never paid much attention to it." "That surprises me. Those little pictures are my favourites of all Raphael's work. For those and the Psyche, I would give everything else." Miriam looked at him inquiringly. "Are you again thinking of the subjects?" he asked. "Yes.
"And miss Katie Mallard's pah'ty?" she cried. "Why, I couldn't do it even for you, you bad old ogah." She made a saucy mouth at him, and then, with her most winning smile, held out her hand to say good night, for the guests were beginning to take their departure.
"You'll search the place?" the other suggested. Saney shrugged. "If you feel that way. But it's useless," he said. "I said that to you before. You've tracked this feller to this city. You've tracked him to Mallard's. It's taken you nearly two years. We've all been out after him, and failed. You've succeeded in hunting him down to Mallard's. Well, I'd say your work's only just started.
Length up to thirty inches, though the body is not larger than a Mallard's; but the neck is longer, and the two middle feathers of the tail are from five to nine inches long; these are slender and sharp, whence the name Pintail. Male: head and neck dark-colored, with a long white stripe lengthwise on each side. Back and sides finely waved with black and gray. Breast and belly pure white.
"All this," he said, without emotion, "took me over two years. And I guess it wasn't till I hit up against Mallard's that I sat down and took a big think. You see," he went on simply, "I wanted to kill that feller. I wanted to kill that feller, and take my poor girl back and get back my little, little baby.
For a long time she had been absorbed, or nearly so, in studying and observing; but Mallard's inquiry whether she found this sufficient touched the source whence trouble was again arising for her.
When he became aware of Mallard's arrival, he stood up with a cry of "All hail!" and pointed to a seat near him. "I began to be afraid you wouldn't come this evening. Try the risotto; it's excellent. Ye gods! what an appetite I had when I sat down! To-day have I ascended Vesuvius.
"Nobody looks at it, you notice," said Elgar, when they had stood on the spot for five minutes. "Nobody." Yet as soon as they had spoken, an old and a young lady came in front of them, and they heard the young lady say, as she pointed to Mallard's canvas: "Where is that, mamma?" "Oh, Land's End, or some such place," was the careless reply.
"Miss Allison is the best chaperone that can be imagined, just like a girl herself; and Allison and Kitty are as good as a circus any day. I'll wager it didn't take much persuading to make Stanley stay over. He hasn't eyes for anything or anybody but Allison." "He had eyes for Bernice Howe the night of Katie Mallard's musicale," said Betty. "He scarcely left her."
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