trary, her words sounded only wistful and entreating, as she said:
"What friends we should be!"
And because it was the first time she had made that appeal to him, and because these weeks of pleasant, normal companionship had subtly and surely changed their relation, the Colonel could meet her half-way, like the gallant fellow he was.
"What friends we shall be!" he cried, clasping the hand which she had involuntarily lifted. "And we won't let it depend upon those youngsters either!"
The gondola had entered one of the canals of the city, and presently they passed under a bridge and came out in front of the square of San Paolo and San Giovanni, where the superb statue of Coleoni on his magnificent charger stands clear-cut against the sky.
"Glorious thing, that," the Colonel remarked, as he invariably did, as often as his eye fell upon it.
"Yes," she replied; "it is the very apotheosis of success. And yet,—one
