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He was only too plaguey sure of himself to feel any anxiety. Geof had always had an irritating way of taking things for granted; but, when it came to the point, no one with eyes in his head could be really indifferent to that superb young creature.
As May and Geof came up the path, Kenwick, who was sitting in the stone chair which is accredited to the ancient Attila, observed the look of slowly subsiding emotion in the young girl's face, and a sudden pang seized him, whether of friendly concern or of selfish annoyance, he would have been the last to inquire.
He speculated a good deal over this new preoccupation, and more still over the sense of passive content that had come to be associated with it. For Geof was of an active temperament and possessed of but scant talent for repose.
"I don't think I agree with you about mysteries," she said, presently; "I can't bear them. There's Nanni, now, the brother of our gondolier," she continued; and then, turning, and looking her companion full in the face: "Can you make him out?" "What is it about him that puzzles you?" Geof asked, returning her glance with equal frankness. "I don't know that I can explain it.
Geof watched their laughing tormenter until he stopped for breath near the base of the campanile, and, in an instant, the pigeons were alighting on his arms and shoulders, and gathering in an eager, gurgling mass about his feet. The corn fell in a golden shower among them, and great was the jostling and gobbling and short was the duration of that golden shower.
A vague mistrust had crept over him and was working within him, subtly and surely, as the afternoon wore on. Had he been mistaken about Geof? The thought was too distasteful to be seriously entertained, and he rejected it summarily. Yet it had not been without effect. His vanity had taken alarm, and the instinct of self-preservation was roused in his mind.
I only wish you had another son for the other one!" "I'm afraid she won't take Geof for my sake," Mrs. Daymond said, smiling, half sadly. "Oh, yes, she will; I'm sure she will!" cried the Colonel. "But what I don't understand is Geof. To be taken with a child like Polly, when, " He turned sharp about, and looked into her face, and there was no mistaking his meaning.
I can't expect Geof to be as irresistible to other people as he is to me." She smiled, as if she were half in jest, yet there was real anxiety in her tone as she asked: "What do you think about it, Colonel Steele?" "Why; I'm sure I don't know. It's something of a shock, that sort of thing always is, you know. Young people do go into it so easily. Of course Geof's a fine fellow.
"We want you over here." The sun had got low enough to shine in under the flaps of the awning, and Geof lifted the canvas from its iron rods, and handed it over to Pietro, who stowed it away, rods and all, in the stern of the gondola. The world seemed to open up immensely bright and big, and the sky struck them with the force of a revelation. "There, I call this grand!"
"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."
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