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Updated: May 27, 2025
"I ought to be willing to dance in my tennis dress the rest of my days," she told herself; "for the sake of changing the whole course of a poor man's life!" "Lungo!" The familiar call took her quite by surprise, and looking out from under the awning, she espied the Daymond sea-horse on its blue ground, already close upon them. Geof was at the oar and Kenwick was sitting beside Mrs. Daymond.
May and Geof, meanwhile, secure from interruption, thanks to Pauline's little strategy, were strolling in the Piazzetta, now facing the moon-lit, wind-swept lagoon, glittering beyond the pillars in a thousand broken reflections; now studying the figures of the four porphyry conspirators, engaged in their eternal task of mystification at the corner of San Marco.
Daymond instantly perceived that Geof had confessed more than he was himself aware. She did not reply at once; to her, too, appeared the face of Pauline Beverly, as unlike her own, she thought, as well might be, and infinitely more attractive to her for that. Yes, there was only one thing that could possibly make them seem alike to Geof.
"I agree with May that it was rather solemn and awful," she answered; and then, with a slightly deepening colour: "but I liked it." By-ways of Venice "I say, Geof; isn't that Colonel Steele's gondola over there?" "Why, yes!" Geof cried, with mock surprise; "how clever of you to see it! And, I say, Oliver, don't you think that looks a little like the tower of San Giorgio?
And then, suddenly, taking him quite at unawares, a firm step resounded upon the hard, smooth conglomerate of the broad passage-way, and "Here is Geof!" his mother announced. "You would hardly know him, Colonel!" The Colonel rose to his feet and turned toward the door, guiltily conscious that he had evaded the subject of Geof.
When, therefore, Geof came upon the little drama being enacted among the alders at Torcello, with a grace and fervour which was for an instant, but only for an instant captivating, he experienced a feeling of vague dissatisfaction, which was much accentuated by the sight of the young girl's evident emotion, as she turned and faced him unexpectedly.
"Buon giorno, Signore," said Nanni, and Daymond found himself returning the salutation with a courtesy that was little short of deferential. The two men had met upon a common footing, if the watery deep may be said to furnish one, and Geof had found himself at a disadvantage.
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.
Nevertheless, though her conscience was easy with regard to her sister, Pauline told herself, severely, that Geof was being very hardly used, and that she, by her supineness, was as much to blame as Kenwick for the artist's unwarrantable behaviour.
He employed himself with handing plates about, while Geof dispensed the strawberries. It was a pretty and peaceful scene. Kenwick had stepped into Mrs. Daymond's gondola, and was invited to take the seat beside her; Geof stood on the shore talking with the men.
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