"Well, I didn"t."
"Why, it must have just pa.s.sed you."
"I saw none."
"Confound it!"
b.u.t.tons hurriedly left, and ran all the way to the corner, round which he pa.s.sed.
CHAPTER XXVI.
CONSEQUENCES OF BEING GALLANT IN ITALY, WHERE THERE ARE LOVERS, HUSBANDS, BROTHERS, FATHERS, COUSINS, AND INNUMERABLE OTHER RELATIVES AND CONNECTIONS, ALL READY WITH THE STILETTO.
After his meeting with Pepita, d.i.c.k found it extremely difficult to restrain his impatience until the following evening. He was at the gate long before the time, waiting with trembling eagerness.
It was nearly sundown before she came; but she did come at last. d.i.c.k watched her with strange emotions, murmuring to himself all those peculiar epithets which are commonly used by people in his situation.
The young girl was unmistakably lovely, and her grace and beauty might have affected a sterner heart than d.i.c.k"s.
"Now I wonder if she knows how perfectly and radiantly lovely she is," thought he, as she looked at him and smiled.
He joined her a little way from the gate.
"So you do not forget."
"_I_ forget! Before I spoke to you I thought of you without ceasing, and now I can never forget you."
"Do your friends know where you are?" she asked, timidly.
"Do you think I would tell them?"
"Are you going to stay long in Rome?"
"I will not go away for a long time."
"You are an American."
"Yes."
"America is very far away."
"But it is easy to get there."
"How long will you be in Rome?"
"I don"t know. A very long time."
"Not in the summer?"
"Yes, in the summer."
"But the malaria. Are you not afraid of that? Will your friends stay?"
"I do not care whether my friends do or not."
"But you will be left alone."
"I suppose so."
"But what will you do for company? It will be very lonely."
"I will think of you all day, and at evening come to the gate."
"Oh, Signore! You jest now!"
"How can I jest with you?"
"You don"t mean what you say."
"Pepita!"
Pepita blushed and looked embarra.s.sed. d.i.c.k had called her by her Christian name; but she did not appear to resent it.
"You don"t know who I am," she said at last. "Why do you pretend to be so friendly?"
"I know that you are Pepita, and I don"t want to know any thing more, except one thing, which I am afraid to ask."
Pepita quickened her pace.
"Do not walk so fast, Pepita," said d.i.c.k, beseechingly. "Let the walk be as long as you can."
"But if I walked so slowly you would never let me get home."
"I wish I could make the walk so slow that we could spend a life-time on the road."
Pepita laughed. "That would be a long time."
It was getting late. The sun was half-way below the horizon. The sky was flaming with golden light, which glanced dreamily through the hazy atmosphere. Every thing was toned down to soft beauty. Of course it was the season for lovers and lovers" vows. Pepita walked a little more slowly to oblige d.i.c.k. She uttered an occasional murmur at their slow progress, but still did not seem eager to quicken her pace. Every step was taken unwillingly by d.i.c.k, who wanted to prolong the happy time.
Pepita"s voice was the sweetest in the world, and her soft Italian sounded more musically that that language had ever sounded before.
She seemed happy, and by many little signs showed that her companion was not indifferent to her. At length d.i.c.k ventured to offer his arm.
She rested her hand on it very gently, and d.i.c.k tremulously took it in his. The little hand fluttered for a few minutes, and then sank to rest.
The sun had now set. Evening in Italy is far different from what it is in northern lat.i.tudes. There it comes on gently and slowly, sometimes prolonging its presence for hours, and the light will be visible until very late. In Italy, however, it is short and abrupt.
Almost as soon as the sun disappears the thick shadows come swiftly on and cover every thing. It was so at this time. It seemed but a moment after sunset, and yet every thing was growing indistinct. The clumps of trees grew black; the houses and walls of the city behind all faded into a ma.s.s of gloom. The stars shone faintly. There was no moon.