They giggled again, though there was no malice behind their humour; it was merely that they found the lack of a language in common a mirth-provoking circumstance. Marietta, with a flash of black eyes, murmured something very kindly in Italian, as she shook out a linen sailor suit--the exact twin of the one that had gone to sea--and spread it on the wall to dry. The young man did not linger for further words. Setting his hat firmly on his head, he vaulted the parapet and strode off down the cypress alley that stretched before him; he passed the pink villa without a glance. At the gate he stood aside to admit a horse and rider. The horse was prancing in spite of the heat; the rider wore a uniform and a shining sword. There was a clank of accoutrements as he passed, and the wayfarer caught a gleam of piercing black eyes and a slight black moustache turned up at the ends. The rider saluted politely and indifferently, and jangled on. The young man scowled after him maliciously until the cypresses hid him from view; then he turned and took up the dusty road back towards the Hotel du Lac. It was close upon five, and Gustavo was in the courtyard feeding the parrot, when his eye fell upon the American guest scuffling down the road in a cloud of white dust. Gustavo hastened to the gate to welcome him back, his very eyebrows expressive of his eagerness for news. 'You are returned, signore?' The young man paused and regarded him unemotionally. 'Yes, Gustavo, I am returned--with thanks.' 'You have seen ze Signorina Costantina?' 'Yes, I saw her.' 'And is it not as I have said, zat she is beautiful as ze holy angels?' 'Yes, Gustavo, she is--and just about equally remote. You may make out my bill.' The waiter's face clouded. 'You do not wish to remain longer, signore?' 'Can't stand it, Gustavo; it's too infernally restful.' Poor Gustavo saw a munificent shower of tips vanishing into nothing. His face was rueful, but his manner was undiminishingly polite. '_Si_, signore, sank you. When shall you wish ze omnibus?' 'To-morrow morning for the first boat.' Gustavo bowed to the inevitable; and the young man passed on. He paused half-way across the courtyard. 'What time does the first boat leave?' 'At half-past five, signore.' 'Er--no--I'll take the second.' '_Si_, signore. At half-past ten.' CHAPTER III