"You"d better just consider it, daughter. I don"t want to interfere--but you know my desire, my command."
"Senator," said I, "you don"t seem to realise that it takes more than a gondola to make a paternal Doge. I"ve got to ask you to remember that I was born in Chicago. And it"s my bed time. Gondolier! _Albergo! Andate presto!_"
"He seems to understand you," said poppa meekly.
So we dropped Arthur--dropped him, so to speak, into the Grand Ca.n.a.l, and I really felt callous at the time as to whether he should ever come up again.
But the Senator"s joy in Venice found other means of expressing itself.
One was an active and disinterested appeal to the gondoliers to be a little less modern in their costume. He approached this subject through the guide with every gondolier in turn, and the smiling impa.s.siveness with which his suggestions were received still causes him wonder and disgust. "I presume," he remonstrated, "you think you earn your living because tourists have got to get from the Accademia to St. Mark"s, and from St. Mark"s to the Bridge of Sighs, but that"s only a quarter of the reason. The other three-quarters is because they like to be rowed there in gondolas by the gondoliers they"ve read about, and the gondoliers they"ve read about wore proper gondoliering clothes--they didn"t look like East River loafers."
"They are poor men, these _gondolieri_," remarked the guide. "They cannot afford."
"I am not an infant, my friend. I"m a business man from Chicago. It"s a business proposition. Put your gondoliers into the styles they wore when Andrea Dandolo went looting Constantinople, and you"ll double your tourist traffic in five years. Twice as many people wanting gondolas, wanting guides, wanting hotel accommodation, buying your coloured gla.s.s and lace flounces--why, Great Scott! it would pay the city to do the thing at the public expense. Then you could pa.s.s a by-law forbidding gondoliering to be done in any style later than the fifteenth century.
Pay you over and over again."
Poppa was in earnest, he wanted it done. He was only dissuaded from taking more active measures to make his idea public by the fact that he couldn"t stay to put it through. He was told, of course, how the plain black gondola came to be enforced through the extravagance of the n.o.bles who ruined themselves to have splendid ones, and how the Venetians scrupled to depart from a historic mandate, but he considered this a feeble argument, probably perpetuated by somebody who enjoyed a monopoly in supplying Venice with black paint. "Circ.u.mstances alter cases," he declared. "If that old Doge knew that the P. and O. was going to run direct between Venice and Bombay every fortnight this year, he"d tell you to turn out your gondolas silver-gilt!"
Nevertheless, as I say, the Senator"s views were coldly received, with one exception. A highly picturesque and intelligent gondolier, whom the guide sought to convert to a sense of the anachronism of his clothes in connection with his calling, promised that if we would give him a definite engagement for next day, he would appear suitably clad. The following morning he awaited us with honest pride in his Sunday apparel, which included violently checked trousers, a hard felt hat, and a large pink tie. The Senator paid him hurriedly and handsomely and dismissed him with as little injury to his feelings as was possible under the circ.u.mstances. "Tell him," said poppa to the guide, "to go home and take off those pants. And tell him, do you understand, to _rush_!"
That same day, in the afternoon, I remember, when we were disembarking for an ice at Florian"s, momma directed our attention to two gentlemen in an approaching gondola. "There"s something about that man," she said impressively, "I mean the one in the duster, that belongs to the reign of Louis Philippe."
"There is," I responded; "we saw him last in the Pet.i.t Trianon. It"s Mr. Pabbley and Mr. Hinkson. Two more Transatlantic fellow-travellers.
Senator, when we meet them shall we greet them?"
The Senator had a moment of self-expostulation.
"Well, no," he said, "I guess not. I don"t suppose we need feel obliged to keep up the acquaintance of _every_ American we come across in Europe. It would take us all our time. But I"d like to ask him what use he finds for a duster in Venice."
"How I wish the Misses Bingham could hear you," I thought, but one should never annoy one"s parents unnecessarily, so I kept my reflections to myself.
CHAPTER XX.
That last day in Venice we went, I remember, to the Lido. Nothing happened, but I don"t like leaving it out, because it was the last day, and the next best thing to lingering in Venice is lingering on it. We went in a steamboat, under protest from poppa, who said it might as well be Coney Island until we got there, when he admitted points of difference, and agreed that if people had to come all the way out in gondolas, certain existing enterprises might as well go out of business.
The steamer was full of Venetians, and we saw that they were charming, though momma wishes it to be understood that the modern Portia wears her bodice cut rather too low in the neck and gazes much too softly at the modern Ba.s.sanio. Poppa and I thought it mere amiability that scorned to conceal itself, but momma referred to it otherwise, admitting, however, that she found it fascinating to watch.
We seemed to disembark at a restaurant permanent among flowing waters, so prominent was this feature of the island, but it had only a roof, and presently we noticed a little gra.s.s and some bushes as well. The verdure had quite a novel look, and we decided to discourage the casual person who wished to sell us strange and uncertified sh.e.l.l fish from a basket for immediate consumption, and follow it up.
d.i.c.ky was of opinion that we might arrive at the vegetable gardens of Venice, but in this we were disappointed. We came instead to a street-car, and half a mile of arbour, and all the Venetians pleasurably preparing to take carriage exercise. The horses seemed to like the idea of giving it to them, they were quite light-hearted, one of them actually pawed. They were the only horses in Venice, they felt their dignity and their responsibility in a way foreign to animals in the public service, anywhere else in the world. Personally we would have preferred to walk to the other end of the arbour, but it would have seemed a slight, and, as the Senator said, we weren"t in Venice to hurt anybody"s feelings that belonged there. It would have been extravagant too, since the steamboat ticket included the drive at the end. So we struggled anxiously for good places, and proceeded to the other side with much circ.u.mstance, enjoying ourselves as hard as possible. d.i.c.ky said he never had such a good time; but that was because he had exhausted Venice and his patience, and was going on to Verona next day.
The arbour and the gra.s.s and the street-car track ended sharply and all together at a raised wooden walk that led across the sand to a pavilion hanging over the Adriatic, and here we sat and watched other Venetians disporting themselves in the water below. They were glorious creatures, and they disported themselves n.o.bly, keeping so well in view of the pavilion and such a steady eye upon the spectators that poppa had an impulsive desire to feed them with macaroons. He decided not to; you never could tell, he said, what might be considered a liberty by foreigners; but he had a hard struggle with the temptation, the aquatic accomplishments we saw were so deserving of reward. I had the misfortune to lose a little pink rose overboard, as it were, and d.i.c.ky looked seriously annoyed when an amphibious young Venetian caught it between his lips. I don"t know why; he was one of the most attractive on view, but I have often noticed Turkish tendencies in d.i.c.ky where his country-women are concerned. We came away almost immediately after, so that rose will bloom in my memory, until I forget about it, among romances that might have been.
Strolling back, we bought a Venetian secret for a sou or two, a beautiful little secret, I wonder who first found it out. A picturesque and fishy smelling person in a soft felt hat sold it to us--a pair of tiny dainty dried sea-horses, "_mere_" and "_pere_" he called them. And there, all in the curving poise of their little heads and the twist of their little tails, was revealed half the art of Venice, and we saw how the first gla.s.s worker came to be told to make a sea green dragon climbing over an amber yellow bowl, and where the gondola borrowed its grace. They moved us to unanimous enthusiasm, and we utterly refused to let d.i.c.ky put one in his b.u.t.ton-hole.
It is looking back upon Venice, too, that I see the paternal figure of the Senator nourishing the people with octopuses. This may seem improbable, but it is strictly true. They were small octopuses, not nearly large enough to kill anybody while they were alive, though boiled and pickled they looked very deadly. Pink in colour, they stood in a barrel near the entrance, I remember, of Jesurum"s, and attracted the Senator"s inquiring eye. When the guide said they were for human consumption poppa looked at him suspiciously and offered him one. He ate it with a promptness and artistic despatch that fascinated us all, gathering it up by its limp long legs and taking bites out of it, as if it were an apple. A one-eyed man who hooked pausing gondolas up to the slippery steps offered to show how it should be done, and other performers, all skilled, seemed to rise from the stones of the pavement.
Poppa invited them all, by pantomime, to walk up and have an octopus, and when the crowd began to gather from the side alleys, and the enthusiasm grew too promiscuous, he bought the barrel outright and watched the carnival from the middle of the ca.n.a.l. He often speaks of his enjoyment of the Venetian octopus, eaten in cold blood, without pepper, salt, or vinegar; and the effect, when I am not there, is awe-stricken.
Next morning we took a gondola for the station, and slipped through the gold and opal silence of the dawn on the ca.n.a.ls away from Venice. No one was up but the sun, who did as he liked with the facades and the bridges in the water, and made strange lovelinesses in narrow darkling places, and showed us things in the _calli_ that we did not know were in the world. The Senator was really depressing until he gradually lightened his spirits by working out a scheme for a direct line of steamships between Venice and New York, to be based on an agreement with the Venetian munic.i.p.ality as to garments of legitimate gaiety for the gondoliers, the re-nomination of an annual Doge, who should be compelled to wear his robes whenever he went out of doors, and the yearly resurrection of the ancient ceremony of marrying Venice to the Adriatic, during the months of July and August, when the tide of tourist traffic sets across the Atlantic. "We should get every school ma"am in the Union, to begin with," said poppa confidently, and by the time we reached Verona he had floated the company, launched the first ship, arrived in Venice with full orchestral accompaniment, and dined the imitation Doge--if he couldn"t get Umberto and Crispi--upon clam chowder and canvas-backs to the solemn strains of Hail Columbia played up and down the Grand Ca.n.a.l. "If it _could_ be worked," said poppa as we descended upon the platform, "I"d like to have the Pope telephone us a blessing on the banquet."
CHAPTER XXI.
It was the middle of the afternoon, and momma, having spent the morning among the tombs of the Scaligeri, was lying down. The Scaligeri somehow had got on her nerves; there were so many of them, and the panoply of their individual bones was so imposing.
"Daughter," she had said to me on the way back to the hotel, "if you point out another thing to me I"ll slap you." In that frame of mind it was always best to let momma lie down. The Senator had letters to write; I think he wanted to communicate his Venetian steamship idea to a man in Minneapolis. d.i.c.ky had already been round to the Hotel di Londres--we were at the Colomba--and had found nothing, so when he asked me to come out for a walk I prepared to be steeped in despondency. An unsuccessful love affair is a severe test of friendship; but I went.
It was as I expected. Having secured a spectator to wreak his gloom upon, Mr. Dod proceeded to make the most of the opportunity. He put his hat on recklessly, and thrust his hands into his pa--his trouser pockets. We were in a strange town, but he fastened his eyes moodily upon the pavement, as if nothing else were worth considering. As we strolled into the Piazza Bra, I saw him gradually and furtively turn up his coat-collar, at which I felt obliged to protest.
"Look here, d.i.c.ky," I said, "unrequited affection is, doubtless, very trying, but you"re too much of an advertis.e.m.e.nt. The Veronese are beginning to stare at you; their sorcerers will presently follow you about with their patent philters. Reform your personal appearance, or here, at the foot of this statue of Victor Emmanuel, I leave you to your fate."
d.i.c.ky reformed it, but with an air of patience under persecution which I found hard to bear. "I don"t know your authority for calling it unrequited," he said, with dignity.
"All right--undelivered," I replied. "That is a n.o.ble statue--you can"t contradict the guide-book. By Borghi."
"Victor Emmanuel, is it? Then it isn"t Garibaldi. You don"t have to travel much in Italy to know it"s got to be either one or the other.
What they _like_ is to have both," said Mr. Dod, with unnecessary bitterness. "I"d enjoy something fresh in statues myself." Then, with an imperfectly-concealed alertness, "There seems to be something going on over there," he added.
We could see nothing but an arched door in a high, curving wall, and a stream of people trickling in. "Probably only one of their eternal Latin church services," continued d.i.c.ky. "It"s about the only form of public entertainment you can depend on in this country. But we might as well have a look in." He went on to say, as we crossed the dusty road, that my unsympathetic att.i.tude was enough to drive anybody to the Church of Rome, even in the middle of the afternoon.
But we perceived at once that it was not the Church of Rome, or any other church. There was more than one arched entrance, and a man in each, to whom people paid a lira apiece for admission, and when we followed them in we found our feet still upon the ground, and ourselves among a forest of solid b.u.t.tresses and props. The number XV. was cut deep over the door we came in by, and the props had the air of centuries of patience. A wave of sound seemed to sweep round in a circle inside and spend itself about us, of faint mult.i.tudinous clappings. Conviction descended upon us suddenly, and as we stumbled after the others we shared one cla.s.sic moment of antic.i.p.ation, hurrying and curious in 1895 as the Romans hurried and were curious in 110, a little late for the show in the Arena. They were all there before us, they had taken the best places, and sat, as we emerged in our astonishment, tier above tier to the row where the wall stopped and the sky began, intent, enthusiastic. The wall threw a new moon of shadow on the west, and there the sun struck down sharply and made splendid the dyes in the women"s clothes, and turned the Italian soldiers" b.u.t.tons into flaming jewels.
And again, as we stared, the applause went round and up, from the yellow sand below to the blue sky above, and when we looked bewildered down into the Arena for the victorious gladiator, and saw a tumbling clown with a painted face instead, the illusion was only half destroyed. We climbed and struggled for better places, treading, I fear, in our absorption on a great many Veronese toes. d.i.c.ky said when we got them that you had to remember that the seats were Roman in order to appreciate them, they were such very cold stone, and they sloped from back to front, for the purpose, as we found out afterward from the guide-book, of letting off the rain water. We were glad to understand it, but d.i.c.ky declared that no explanation would induce him to take a season ticket for the Arena, it was too dest.i.tute of modern improvements. It was something, though, to sit there watching, with the ranged mult.i.tude, a show in a Roman Amphitheatre--one could imagine things, lictors and aediles, senators and centurions. It only required the subst.i.tution of togas and girdled robes for trousers and petticoats, and a purple awning for the emperor, and a bra.s.s-plated body-guard with long spears and hairy arms and legs, and a few details like that. If one half closed one"s eyes it was hardly necessary to imagine. I was half closing my eyes, and wondering whether they had Vestal Virgins at this particular amphitheatre, and trying to remember whether they would turn their thumbs up or down when they wished the clown to be destroyed, when d.i.c.ky grew suddenly pale and sprang to his feet.
"I was afraid it might give one a chill," I said, "but it is very picturesque. I suppose the ancient Romans brought cushions."
Mr. Dod did not appear to hear me.
"In the third row below," he exclaimed, blushing joyfully, "the sixth from this end--do you see? Yellow bun under a floral hat--Isabel!"
"A yellow bun under a floral hat," I repeated, "that would be Isabel, if you add a good complexion and a look of deportment. Yes, now I see her.
Mrs. Portheris on one side, Mr. Mafferton on the other. What do you want to do?"
"a.s.sa.s.sinate Mafferton," said d.i.c.ky. "Does it look to you as if he had been getting there at all."
"So far as one can see from behind, I should say he has made some progress, but I don"t think, d.i.c.ky, that he has arrived. He is const.i.tutionally slow," I added, "about arriving."
At that moment the party rose. Without a word we, too, got on our feet and automatically followed, d.i.c.ky treading the reserved seats of the court of Berengarius as if they had been the back rows of a Bowery theatre. The cla.s.sics were wholly obscured for him by a floral hat and a yellow bun. I, too, abandoned my speculations cheerfully, for I expected Mrs. Portheris, confronted with d.i.c.ky, to be more entertaining than any gladiator.
We came up with them at the exit, and that august lady, as we approached, to our astonishment, greeted us with effusion.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "Do you see?"]
"We thought," she declared, "that we had lost you altogether. This is quite delightful. Now we _must_ reunite!" d.i.c.ky was certainly included.
It was extraordinary. "And your dear father and mother," went on Mrs.