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But a glance at Aline's portrait soon banished that disturbing vision, and, cured forever of his former passion, he travelled until evening through an enchanted country with the pretty bride of the breakfast, who carried away in the folds of her modest dress, of her maidenly cloak, all the violets of Bordighera. "Ready for the first act!"
Then, when Eve, warmly wrapped in her furs, and with the glow of the firelight still in her face, held out a small gloved hand with a smiling "Au revoir, Philip," he shook his head rather sadly. "I'm afraid it must be good-bye for some time, at least. I came to tell you that I am on the wing again. Doctor's orders, you know. I shall be in Bordighera on Friday, I expect."
"My dear Dick!" said Rainham, "this is a pleasant surprise. I had not the remotest notion you were here." "I thought you were at Bordighera, till Bullen told me of your arrival ten minutes ago," said Lightmark, with a frank laugh. "And how well " Rainham held up his hand a very white, nervous hand with one ring of quaint pattern on the forefinger deprecatingly.
The journey was like a dream of enchantment and rapidly changing surprises; and when it ended in a quaint hostelry at San Remo, with palm-trees feathering the Bordighera Point and Corsica, for once seen by day, lying in bold, clear outlines against the sunset, Katy had to admit to herself that Nice, much as she loved it, was not the only, not even the most beautiful place in Europe.
Yes, even Mary bores me sometimes, and I her, doubtless; and we want you. We will own that we are selfish, after all, but you must come!" Then there was a postscript: "Mary suggests that possibly you are not so incomprehensible as I think; perhaps you are at Bordighera? But you ought to let us know." Rainham sat with the letter before him until Margot came to bid him good-night.
'I thought of you one day at Bordighera' was not that the best possible way of making known to him that he had never been out of her mind? Sweet, noble, long-suffering Constance! He took a place by her sister, and began to talk of he knew not what, for all his attention was given to the sound of Constance's voice.
It was not the Bardo, but the lovely country of Bordighera, divided, like all those on the coast, into two parts the sea town lying on the shore; and the upper town, joined to it by a forest of motionless palm-trees, with upright stem and falling crown like green rockets, springing into the blue with their thousand feathers.
On the extreme left, a lovely retrospective and bird's-eye view of charming Mentone; the towns and little villages on the distant shore as far as Bordighera; dimpling in the glowing sunshine, and before us, the long stretch of inimitable blue sea, with just a feathery ripple on the golden sandy shores below, winding in and out in a series of tiny bays and creeks; while beyond us, like a realized dream of Paradise, lay the beautiful plague-spot of the Riviera the town of Monte Carlo, nested amid luxuriant gardens of semi-tropical foliage, the mosque-like minarets and cupolas of the casino standing boldly out on the heights and glittering in the sun.
Yet you knew before you married me that I had ambitions, that I did not propose to lead an idle life." "Oh, yes, I knew!" she assented drily. "But we are wandering from the point. I am still wondering what has brought you here. Have you come direct from England?" He shook his head. "I came to-day from Bordighera." "More and more mysterious," she murmured. "Bordighera, indeed!
Alice wants to put in a week or so in Paris. . . ." "Paris!" murmured the bride ecstatically. "Then I would like to trickle southwards to the Riviera. . ." "If you mean Monte Carlo, dear," said his wife with gentle firmness, "no!" "No, no, not Monte Carlo," said Reggie hastily, "though it's a great place. Air scenery and what not! But Nice and Bordighera and Mentone and other fairly ripe resorts.
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