He rose up quite slowly this time, and went, as was his usual custom, towards the door which led through the other rooms to the loggia, but without paying any attention to the movements of Constance, which he generally followed instead of directing. She rose too, and went to him, and stole her hand through his arm. The awning had been put aside, and the soft night-air blew in their faces as they stepped out upon that terrace in which so much of their lives was spent. The sea shone beyond the roofs of the houses on the Marina, and swept outwards in a pale clearness towards the sky, which was soft in summer blue, with the stars sprinkled faintly over the vast vault, too much light still remaining in heaven and earth to show them at their best. Constance walked with her father, close to his side, holding his arm, almost as tall as he was, and keeping step and pace with him. She said nothing more, but stood by him as he walked to the ledge of the loggia and looked out towards the west, where there was still a lingering touch of gold. He was not at all in the habit of expressing admiration of the landscape, but to-night, as if he were making a remark called forth by the previous argument, “It is all very lovely,” he said. “Yes; but not more lovely than home,” said the girl. “I have been at Hilborough in a summer night, and everything was so sweet--the stars all looking through the trees as if they were watching the house--and the scent of the flowers. Don’t you remember the white rose at Hilborough--what they call Mother’s tree?” He started a little, and a thrill ran through him. She could feel it in his arm--a thrill of recollection, of things beyond the warfare and turmoil of his life, on the other, the boyish side--recollections of quiet and of peace. “I think I will go to my own room a little, Constance, and smoke my cigarette there. You have brought a great many things to my mind.” She gave his arm a close pressure before she let it go. “Oh, take me to Hilborough! Let us go to our own home, papa.” “I will think of it,” he replied. CHAPTER XLI.