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"Ah, here you are," he cried gaily. "We thought we might have made a mistake and fed you to the populace! The little brutes have eaten every edible crumb we had, and seemed to want to try their appetites on the table-cloth. Now we are all going up the tower of the cathedral to have a look at things." She wondered whether Daymond had seen that strange and rather dreadful thing that had happened.
Pauline caught her breath, and the blood raced through her veins. She was startled, she assured herself, by the suddenness of the flash. When she spoke, her voice was tranquil as ever, yet curiously shot through with feeling. "If Geoffry Daymond told you that," she said, "I think you may feel satisfied."
"Not for other people," Kenwick laughed. "I keep my strength for paddling my own canoe." And, having seen Pauline safely established beside Mrs. Daymond, he stepped into the Colonel's boat, quite unconscious of the scarcity of encouragement he had received. The Colonel welcomed him the more hospitably perhaps, for a consciousness of having been somewhat remiss at the outset.
Daymond asked. Her voice fell in so naturally with the dip of the oars and the lapping of the tide against the prow, that Pauline suddenly became aware of those pleasant sounds, which had escaped her notice till then. "I should suppose of course your gondola ought to go first," she answered. "Oh, no," Mrs. Daymond laughed; "it is not out of deference to me.
"What do you say to our making an exchange of prisoners, Colonel Steele?" asked Mrs. Daymond. "You shall have one of my young men if you will give me one of your girls." "Oh, may I come to you?"
"He was probably partito on his 'career of accustomed conquest," Pauline observed. "Is that what you two artists have been about?" "We have been making a couple of daubs and abusing each other," said Geof. "Yes," Kenwick declared; "Daymond spends his time washing in sails and clouds and watery wastes, and won't take the trouble to draw a figure."
They had come about the end of the Lido, and were following the line of the break-water, and presently Mrs. Daymond broke the silence: "My husband was a Southern Unionist," she said. "The war was an inevitable tragedy to him." Pauline felt instinctively that it was not often that Mrs. Daymond spoke in this way of her husband to one who had not known him.
In the intervals of conversation Kenwick, watching the straggling group in front, found it curiously gratifying to observe that Daymond did not seem to have much to say for himself. Kenwick had not by any means made up his mind to cut Geof out, but the possibility of such a feat gave a new zest to his intercourse with May.
Geof inquired, looking up into her face. "It's as pretty as a tune," she said. "A tune with a lot of harmony to make it really sing. Do you know what I mean?" "Perfectly," he answered. Then, as she stepped down and went back to her seat: "I'm going home as passenger," he announced. "We shall have the tide with us and Pietro won't need my help." "That's right," said Mrs. Daymond.
"How long ago is ages ago?" asked Daymond. "Four years ago last winter," was the unhesitating reply. "It was when I was fifteen and Mr. Kenwick used to come to see my sisters." "My memory does not go back as far as that," said Kenwick. "I'm a child of the hour."
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