Transatlantic voyages -- Fiction; Venice (Italy) -- Fiction; Voyages and travels -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
“A lady?” said the other, with an inflection that she saw hurt. “Why
the marine animal, then? She bowed very prettily; she blushed prettily,
too.”
“She's a very pretty girl,” replied Staniford.
“Charming! But why blush?”
“I've heard that there are ladies who blush for nothing.”
“Is she Italian?”
“Yes,--in voice.”
“Oh, an American _prima donna_!” Staniford did not answer. “Who is she?
Where is she from?”
“South Bradfield, Mass.” Staniford's eyes twinkled at her pursuit,
which he did not trouble himself to turn aside, but baffled by mere
impenetrability.
The party at the hotel suggested that the young men should leave their
ship and go on with them to Naples; Dunham was tempted, for he could
have reached Dresden sooner by land; but Staniford overruled him, and at
the end of four days they went back to the Aroostook. They said it
was like getting home, but in fact they felt the change from the airy
heights and breadths of the hotel to the small cabin and the closets
in which they slept; it was not so great alleviation as Captain Jenness
seemed to think that one of them could now have Hicks's stateroom. But
Dunham took everything sweetly, as his habit was; and, after all, they
were meeting their hardships voluntarily. Some of the ladies came with
them in the boat which rowed them to the Aroostook; the name made them
laugh; that lady who wished Staniford to regret her waved him her hand
kerchief as the boat rowed away again. She had with difficulty been kept
from coming on board by the refusal of the others to come with her. She
had contrived to associate herself with him again in the minds of the
others, and this, perhaps, was all that she desired. But the
sense of her frivolity--her not so much vacant-mindedness as
vacant-heartedness--was like a stain, and he painted in Lydia's face
when they first met the reproach which was in his own breast.
Her greeting, however, was frank and cordial; it was a real welcome.
Staniford wondered if it were not more frank and cordial than he quite
liked, and whether she was merely relieved by Hicks's absence, or had
freed herself from that certain subjection in which she had hitherto
been to himself.
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