"We always come here when it rains, because the light is so good," Pauline observed, wondering that she could think of nothing better to say.
"Yes; I know it. I passed your sister just now, standing with her back to the world at large, studying a Tintoretto portrait."
"May really understands a good deal about pictures," Pauline remarked, still wondering that nothing but platitudes would come to her lips. She had left her seat, and they were moving toward the steps.
"It seems an age since I have seen you," said Geof, neglecting to reply to her last observation, which, truth to tell, he had scarcely heard.
"It does seem a good while," she admitted. "Not since Quattro Fontane;" and then she laughed. "That was only yesterday morning, but one doesn't reckon time by clocks and calendars in Venice."
"If the clocks and calendars would
