'What could I do? He asked my name the day we climbed Monte Maggiore;
naturally, I couldn't tell him a lie.'
'Then we haven't fooled anybody. How unromantic!'
'Oh, yes,' said Jerry, 'we've fooled lots of people. Gustavo doesn't
understand, and Giuseppe, you noticed, looked rather dazed. Then there's
Lieutenant Carlo di Ferara----'
'Oh!' said Constance, her face suddenly blank.
'You can explain to him now,' said her father, peering through the trees.
A commotion had suddenly arisen on the terrace--the rumble of wheels,
the confused mingling of voices. Constance and Jerry looked too. They
found the yellow omnibus of the Hotel du Lac, its roof laden with
luggage, drawn up at the end of the driveway, and Mrs. Eustace and Nannie
on the point of descending. The centre of the terrace was already
occupied by Lieutenant di Ferara, who, with heels clicked together and
white gloved hands at salute, was in the act of achieving a military bow.
Miss Hazel fluttering from the door, in one breath welcomed the guests,
presented the lieutenant, and ordered Giuseppe to convey the luggage
upstairs. Then she glanced questioningly about the terrace.
'I thought Constance and her father were here--Giuseppe!'
Giuseppe dropped his end of a trunk and approached. Miss Hazel handed him
the lieutenant's card. 'The signorina and the signore--in the garden, I
think.'
Giuseppe advanced upon the garden. Jerry's face, at the sight, became as
blank as Constance's. The two cast upon each other a glance of guilty
terror, and from this looked wildly behind for a means of escape. Their
eyes simultaneously lighted on the break in the garden wall. Jerry sprang
up and pulled Constance after him. On the top, she gathered her skirts
together preparatory to jumping, then turned back for a moment toward her
father.
'Dad,' she called in a stage whisper, 'you go and meet him like a
gentleman. Tell him you are very sorry, but your daughter is not at home
to-day.'
The two conspirators scrambled down on the other side; and Mr. Wilder,
with a sigh, dutifully stepped forward to greet the guests.
Printed in Great Britain by Butler & Tanner, Frome and London
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