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Dazzling sunshine flooded the belt of sand where the shadows of dusty palmettos quivered beyond the Moorish arch; the old presidio smelt like a brick-kiln and the heat outside was nearly intolerable. In the middle of the dirty patio a fountain splashed in a broken marble basin, and it was dim, and by contrast cool, under the arcade where Kit sat among the crumbling pillars.
All the eight ribs that rise from each pillar resemble the groin-ribs in the crypt. The arcade against the north wall is continued in the vestry, and it has been thought that it is Norman, and that its arches were once open. But had this ever been the case the piers would surely have been narrower, and would have had capitals.
The simple Norman arcade on the north side of the nave has plain round columns and semicircular arches, but the south side belongs to later Norman times, and has ornate columns and capitals.
The wood, which upon both sides of the river dell was a mere scrambling thicket of hazel, hawthorn, and holly, boasted on the level of more considerable timber. Beeches came to a good growth, with here and there an oak; and the track now passed under a high arcade of branches, and now ran under the open sky in glades.
He wasn't there to dip, to consume he was there to reconstruct. He wasn't there for his own profit not, that is, the direct; he was there on some chance of feeling the brush of the wing of the stray spirit of youth. He felt it in fact, he had it beside him; the old arcade indeed, as his inner sense listened, gave out the faint sound, as from far off, of the wild waving of wings.
This chapel has been so completely restored that it has a thoroughly neat and modern appearance, and has lost all its archæological value; round it runs a Norman arcade, and on the north side an aumbry may be seen. The north transept retains its Norman arcading, which, fortunately, has not been touched by the restorer's hand; how long it may escape is doubtful, as it is much mutilated.
Parallel with its broad main street, with an arcade and cafés under awnings on one side, and in the roadway such weird and unfamiliar objects as vehicles drawn by horses, and even motor-cars noisy and fussy, is a long canal packed with orange-sailed fishing boats and crossed by many little bridges and one superb broad white one.
Alice Montagu raised a laugh by asking if it were the cat; to which her city namesake replied that 'her master' never could abide to be without a cat in memory of his first friend, and marshalled them into the beautiful hall, with wainscot lining below, surmounted by an arcade containing statues, and above a beautiful carved ceiling.
Most of the tumult outside had been cut off from their hearing, by the retirement into the arcade. They paused, to plan their course. At Stern the girl looked eagerly. "Oh, oh, Allan how horrible!" she whispered. "It was all my fault for having been so headstrong, for having insisted on a look at them! Forgive me!" "S-h!" he cautioned again. "No matter about that.
Then she put out her hand to me, and said: "And I wish to shake hands with you too, Mr. Clemens. You don't remember me, but you were introduced to me in the arcade in Milan two years and a half ago by Lieutenant H." What had put that story into my head after all that stretch of time? Was it just the proximity of that young girl, or was it merely an odd accident?
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