A Venetian June Part 10
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"Perhaps we had better turn back, Geof," said Mrs. Daymond.
"Very well; but not until Miss Beverly has seen the sails outside."
Pauline went forward and stood upon the upper step, steadying herself by the oarsman's proffered shoulder. The motion seemed stronger, now that she was on her feet.
"Hold harder," said Geof; "you won't enjoy it if you don't feel safe.
There! That's right."
Over the line of the jetty was the deep blue Adriatic, sweeping to the horizon, its nearer reaches dotted with brilliant sails, s.h.i.+ning in every shade of red and yellow and ruddy brown. The long, outer sh.o.r.e of the Lido, stretching far away to the tower of Malamocco, was edged with white, as the gentle curve of the waves broke with a toss of spray upon the sand.
"You like it?" 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 pa.s.senger," he announced. "We shall have the tide with us and Pietro won't need my help."
"That's right," said Mrs. Daymond. "We want you over here."
The sun had got low enough to s.h.i.+ne 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!" Geof cried, taking possession of the chair.
"I've been feeling like an outcast or a galley-slave, or some such unlucky wretch, labouring away at the oar, with you two having the pick of everything inside."
"You seemed depressed!" his mother said, with amused appreciation of his lament.
They had turned toward home, and were just coming up with the Colonel's gondola. The men were resting on their oars, while the pa.s.sengers stood up to survey the view beyond the jetty.
"You didn't come out far enough to get the swell," said Pauline.
"Yes, we did," May answered. "But we didn't like it; so we came back."
"Miss May was pretty badly frightened," Kenwick observed, with his most brilliant smile.
"Nonsense!" cried May; "I was no more frightened than anybody else! But I didn't like it. It felt so horribly big, and made us seem so little."
"And you were perfectly right, Polly," said Uncle Dan, placing his hand upon the small, gloveless one that lay on his arm. "The sea is no place for a gondola. I am sure Mrs. Daymond agrees with us."
"I think we both sympathize with May," she answered, glancing with interest at the charming young face, which was not quite clear of a certain puzzled disturbance.
Half-an-hour later they rounded the end of the Lido and came in full sight of the city, its domes and towers grouping themselves in ever changing perspective against the western sky. They overtook two or three of the brilliant sails they had pa.s.sed on their outward way, still drifting city-ward with the tide. The men had taken to their oars and were helping the boats along.
As they drew near the poor, denuded island of Santa Elena, where only the vine-grown Abbey remains, of all its ancient loveliness, a cascade of lark-notes came pouring down from the sky. They strained their eyes to catch a glimpse of the birds, lost to sight in the dazzling ether, and as they looked, one tiny creature, with wings outspread, came singing down to earth.
The gondolas were nearing home, when Geof asked abruptly: "How did you like it, Miss Beverly,--being caught in the ocean swell?"
"I agree with May that it was rather solemn and awful," she answered; and then, with a slightly deepening colour: "but--I liked it."
IX
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? Red, you know; rather marked, eh?"
The two young men were coming home from an early sketching-bout, as was evident from a glance at the gondola, which was distinctly in undress.
Old Pietro knew better than to carry his best cus.h.i.+ons and bra.s.ses on such occasions; nor did he display the long, black broadcloth,--the _stra.s.sino_--which gives such distinction to a gondola, falling in ample folds from the carved back of the seat, and hiding the rougher finish of the stern. Under the awning, on the very rusty and dilapidated cus.h.i.+ons, sat Kenwick, and beside him, face up, was an oil-sketch of a half-grown boy, sitting at the prow of a fis.h.i.+ng-boat, dangling his bare brown legs over the water, which gave back a broken reflection of the bony members. A red sail, standing out in full suns.h.i.+ne, furnished the background to the figure, but somehow, the interest centred in the thin legs, which the boy himself was regarding with studious approval. The legs were so extremely well drawn that one did not wonder at their owner's satisfaction in them.
"Pity you can't paint as well as you can chaff," the artist observed, glancing from his own clever sketch to his friend's block, which was leaning, face inward, against the side of the boat.
Geof was lolling on the steps, his legs somewhat entangled among the easels, paint-boxes, and the like that c.u.mbered the floor of the boat, one arm resting on the deck of the prow. Like many athletic men, he had a gift for looking outrageously lazy. At Kenwick's retort, he turned from the contemplation of San Giorgio, knocked the ashes out of his pipe, and folding his hands behind his head, bestowed an amiable grin upon his astute friend. He wondered just why Kenwick found it worth while to dissemble.
"The best thing _you_ ever did was that poppy sketch," he remarked, regarding his companion with half-closed, indolent eyes. "But then, you haven't often the wit to choose such a good subject. I wish you were not so confoundedly afraid of doing anything pretty."
"My dear fellow," Kenwick retorted, "you may be a very decent architect, but I'll be hanged if you have the first inkling of what art means."
From which interchange of amenities, the average listener might not have inferred, what was nevertheless true, that the two men had a high opinion of each other's talents. Happily, there was no one to be misled, for Pietro, with all his advantages, had not yet mastered a word of English. The only feature of the situation intelligible to him, was, that Kenwick, too, discarded his pipe at this juncture, and the gondolier was, accordingly, obliged to stow away his own half-finished cigarette,--4th quality,--in the cavernous recesses of the stern. He had been counting upon smoking it out before arriving at the Palazzo Darino, though he had scented danger from the moment his eye fell upon Vittorio's gondola. A gondolier, however, is early schooled to study any whim rather than his own, and presently Pietro observed, rather than inquired: "To San Giorgio, Signore?"
"_Sicuro!_"
The red banner was hanging limp in the lee of the island, the prow of the boat being tied to a ring in the masonry, while Vittorio sat at the forward end, holding her off, lest a pa.s.sing steamboat or outward bound coaster should drive her against the wall. Under the awning was a glimpse of light draperies, and, as Pietro's gondola drew near, the young men could hear a fresh, girlish voice reading aloud.
"We're not in visiting trim," Geof called, gathering himself together, as they came up; "but we must know what you are improving your minds upon."
"We are reading Ruskin," May replied, in her most edifying tone of voice.
"Oh, _St. Mark's Rest_," said Kenwick. "You're getting enlightened about the pillars."
"It's very interesting," Pauline declared. "You know he tells us to have our gondola moored over here, and read what he has to say. Doesn't everybody do it?"
"Well, I don't think you'll ever find San Giorgio fringed with gondolas," Kenwick mocked; "but I'm sure it shows a beautiful spirit in those who do come. I recognize Miss May's docility."
"You are quite right," said May, with dignity. "It was I who proposed it. Do you read Ruskin, Mr. Daymond?"
"Of course I do. One would be lost without him, here in Venice."
"We almost got lost with him the other day," she rejoined. "We poked about in the rain in search of a San Giorgio on the wall of a house, who was described as 'vigorous in disciplined career of accustomed conquest.'
We found the right bridge, with an unp.r.o.nounceable name, and we turned and looked back, just as we were bid, and never a San Giorgio did we find. Imagine our disappointment when a shop-keeper told us that San Giorgio was _part.i.to_!"
"He was probably _part.i.to_ on his 'career of accustomed conquest,'"
Pauline observed. "Is that what you two artists have been about?"
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