It did not occur to him that she might not enjoy the growth of their acquaintance in equal degree, that she fatigued herself with the appreciation of the memorable and the beautiful, and that she found these long rambles rather dull. He was a man of little conversation; and, unless Mrs. Elmore was of the company, Miss Mayhew pursued his pleasures for the most part in silence. One evening, at the end of the week, his wife asked, "Why do you always take Lily through the Piazza on the side farthest from where the officers sit? Are you afraid of her meeting Captain Ehrhardt?"
"Oh, no! I consider the Ehrhardt business settled. But you know the Italians never walk on the officers" side."
"You are not an Italian. What do you gain by flattering them up? I should think you might suppose a young girl had some curiosity."
"I do; and I do everything I can to gratify her curiosity. I went to San Pietro di Castello to-day, to show her where the Brides of Venice were stolen."
"The oldest and dirtiest part of the city! What _could_ the child care for the Brides of Venice? Now be reasonable, Owen!"
"It"s a romantic story. I thought girls liked such things,--about getting married."
"And that"s the reason you took her yesterday to show her the Bucentaur that the doges wedded the Adriatic in! Well, what was your idea in going with her to the Cemetery of San Michele?"
"I thought she would be interested. I had never been there before myself, and I thought it would be a good opportunity to verify a pa.s.sage I was at work on. We always show people the cemetery at home."
"That was considerate. And why did you go to Canarregio on Wednesday?"
"I wished her to see the statue of Sior Antonio Rioba; you know it was the Venetian Pasquino in the Revolution of "48--"
"Charming!"
"And the Campo di Giustizia, where the executions used to take place."
"Delightful!"
"And--and--the house of Tintoretto," faltered Elmore.
"Delicious! She cares so much for Tintoretto! And you"ve been with her to the Jewish burying-ground at the Lido, and the Spanish synagogue in the Ghetto, and the fish-market at the Rialto, and you"ve shown her the house of Oth.e.l.lo and the house of Desdemona, and the prisons in the ducal palace; and three nights you"ve taken us to the Piazza as soon as the Austrian band stopped playing, and all the interesting promenading was over, and those stuffy old Italians began to come to the caffes.
Well, I can tell you that"s no way to amuse a young girl. We must do something for her, or she will die. She has come here from a country where girls have always had the best time in the world, and where the times are livelier now than they ever were, with all this excitement of the war going on; and here she is dropped down in the midst of this absolute deadness: no calls, no picnics, no parties, no dances--nothing!
We must do something for her."
"Shall we give her a ball?" asked Elmore, looking round the pretty little apartment.
"There"s nothing going on among the Italians. But you might get us invited to the German Casino."
"I dare say. But I will not do that."
"Then we could go to the Luogotenenza, to the receptions. Mr. Hoskins could call with us, and they would send us cards."
"That would make us simply odious to the Venetians, and our house would be thronged with officers. What I"ve seen of them doesn"t make me particularly anxious for the honor of their further acquaintance."
"Well, I don"t ask you to do any of these things," said Mrs. Elmore, who had, in fact, mentioned them with the intention of insisting upon an abated claim. "But I think you _might_ go and dine at one of the hotels--at the Danieli--instead of that Italian restaurant; and then Lily could see somebody at the table d"hote, and not simply _perish_ of despair."
"I--I didn"t suppose it was so bad as that," said Elmore.
"Why, of course, she hasn"t said anything,--she"s far too well-bred for that; but I can tell from my own feelings how she must suffer. I have you, Owen," she said tenderly, "but Lily has _n.o.body_. She has gone through this Ehrhardt business so well that I think we ought to do all we can to divert her mind."
"Well, now, Celia, you see the difficulty of our position,--the nature of the responsibility we have a.s.sumed. How are we possibly, here in Venice, to divert the mind of a young lady fresh from the parties and picnics of Patmos?"
"We can go and dine at the Danieli," replied Mrs. Elmore.
"Very well, let us go, then. But she will learn no Italian there. She will hear nothing but English from the travellers and bad French from the waiters; while at our restaurant--"
"Pshaw!" cried Mrs. Elmore, "what does Lily care for Italian? I"m sure _I_ never want to hear another word of it."
At this desperate admission, Elmore quite gave way; he went to the Danieli the next morning, and arranged to begin dining there that day.
There is no denying that Miss Mayhew showed an enthusiasm in prospect of the change that even the sight of the pillar to which Foscarini was hanged head downwards for treason to the Republic had not evoked. She made herself look very pretty, and she was visibly an impression at the table d"hote when she sat down there. Elmore had found places opposite an elderly lady and quite a young gentleman, of English speech, but of not very English effect otherwise, who bowed to Lily in acknowledgment of some former meeting. The old lady said, "So you"ve reached Venice at last? I"m very pleased, for your sake," as if at some point of the progress thither she had been privy to anxieties of Lily about arriving at her destination; and, in fact, they had been in the same hotels at Ma.r.s.eilles and Genoa. The young gentleman said nothing, but he looked at Lily throughout the dinner, and seemed to take his eyes from her only when she glanced at him; then he dropped his gaze to his neglected plate and blushed. When they left the table, he made haste to join the Elmores in the reading-room, where he contrived, with creditable skill, to get Lily apart from them for the examination of an ill.u.s.trated newspaper, at which neither of them looked; they remained chatting and laughing over it in entire irrelevancy till the elderly lady rose and said, "Herbert, Herbert! I am ready to go now," upon which he did not seem at all so, but went submissively.
"Who are those people, Lily?" asked Mrs. Elmore, as they walked towards Florian"s for their after-dinner coffee. The Austrian band was playing in the centre of the Piazza, and the tall, blond German officers promenaded back and forth with dark Hungarian women, who looked each like a princess of her race. The lights glittered upon them, and on the brilliant groups spread fan-wise out into the Piazza before the caffes; the scene seemed to shake and waver in the splendor, like something painted.
"Oh, their name is Andersen, or something like that; and they"re from Helgoland, or some such place. I saw them first in Paris, but we didn"t speak till we got to Ma.r.s.eilles. That"s his aunt; they"re English subjects, someway; and he"s got an appointment in the civil service--I think he called it--in India, and he doesn"t want to go; and I told him he ought to go to America. That"s what I tell all these Europeans."
"It"s the best advice for them," said Mrs. Elmore.
"They don"t seem in any great haste to act upon it," laughed Miss Mayhew. "Who was the red-faced young man that seemed to know you, and stared so?"
"That"s an English artist who is staying here. He has a curious name,--Rose-Black; and he is the most impudent and pushing man in the world. I wouldn"t introduce him, because I saw he was just dying for it."
Miss Mayhew laughed, as she laughed at everything, not because she was amused, but because she was happy; this childlike gayety of heart was great part of her charm.
Elmore had quieted his scruples as a good Venetian by coming inside of the caffe while the band played, instead of sitting outside with the bad patriots; but he put the ladies next the window, and so they were not altogether sacrificed to his sympathy with the _dimostrazione_.
VII.
The next morning Elmore was called from his bed--at no very early hour, it must be owned, but at least before a nine o"clock breakfast--to see a gentleman who was waiting in the parlor. He dressed hurriedly, with a thousand exciting speculations in his mind, and found Mr. Rose-Black looking from the balcony window. "You have a pleasant position here," he said easily, as he turned about to meet Elmore"s look of indignant demand. "I"ve come to ask all about our friends the Andersens."
"I don"t know anything about them," answered Elmore. "I never saw them before."
"Aoh!" said the painter. Elmore had not invited him to sit down, but now he dropped into a chair, with the air of asking Elmore to explain himself. "The young lady of your party seemed to know them. How uncommonly pretty all your American young girls are! But I"m told they fade very soon. I should like to make up a picnic party with you all for the Lido."
"Thank you," replied Elmore stiffly. "Miss Mayhew has seen the Lido."
"Aoh! _That"s_ her name. It"s a pretty name." He looked through the open door into the dining-room, where the table was set for breakfast, with the usual water-goblet at each plate. "I see you have beer for breakfast. There"s nothing so nice, you know. Would you--would you mind giving me a glahs?"
Through an undefined sense of the duties of hospitality, Elmore was surprised by this impudence into sending out to the next caffe for a pitcher of beer. Rose-Black poured himself out one gla.s.s and another till he had emptied the pitcher, conversing affably meanwhile with his silent host.
"_Why_ didn"t you turn him out of doors?" demanded Mrs. Elmore, as soon as the painter"s departure allowed her to slip from the closed door behind which she had been imprisoned in her room.
"I did everything _but_ that," replied her husband, whom this interview had saddened more than it had angered.
"You sent out for beer for him!"
"I didn"t know but it might make him sick. Really, the thing is incredible. I think the man is cracked."
"He is an Englishman, and he thinks he can take any kind of liberty with us because we are Americans."
"That seems to be the prevalent impression among all the European nationalities," said Elmore. "Let"s drop him for the present, and try to be more brutal in the future."