Lewis would have liked to fondle the children and the cats; but they all
fled from him. He began to reproach himself for lacking sufficient
simplicity. Was he never going to arrive at a quiet, easy life? What was
to prevent him from settling down here as the proprietor of a villa
amongst gigantic oil jars and the shafts of broken columns? To seek what
adventure the locality had to offer instead of going away to-morrow as
he intended, without having methodically pursued the opportunities which
come to every man who takes the time to develop them?
That morning's adventure, for instance. He went over the last few days,
a thing he never did as a rule; he asked himself, for the first time in
his life, "Have I made a fool of myself, or was I right to sign?" For
the first time in his life, too, something in him seemed to call for
reflection.
As though guessing his thoughts the Italian stopped him.
"I am all the more pleased that it is settled," he said, "because if you
had not put your name to the papers there were other people after the
deal; a new option had been granted by us to begin at eight this
evening, the hour at which yours expired. And I can assure you that the
deal would have been concluded in a moment."
"May I ask by whom?" asked Lewis.
Pastafina hesitated a moment.
" ... By the Apostolatos Bank of Trieste."
X
WHILST waiting for dinner Lewis walked up and down the deserted terrace.
A tinge of blue lay over everything. He looked at the sea a thousand
feet below him, casting little short waves on to the beach so lazily
that each one seemed as if it were going to be the last, after which one
expected it to become once for all a large silent lake. A lizard made
the dry leaves rustle; the walls, warmed all day by the sun, were
growing cold as the evening drew on and creaked like a cooling stove.
Along the thread-like paths rising to where he stood, Lewis saw old
women returning from the spring carrying their water jars on their
heads. The coastline quivered like a rustic script and, underlined by
lights, strove to maintain a straight line cut only here and there by
harbours.
Would he ever see her again?
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