s
construing; while the post-master, though very polite and sorry for the
Signora's disappointment, stuck to the address being Morville, poste
restante.

'There is one good thing,' said the cavaliere, as they walked away, 'we
can find the captain now. I'll write and ask him--shall I say to meet us
at Varenna or at Bellagio?'

'Whichever suits him best, I should think. It can't make much difference
to us.'

'Your voice has a disconsolate cadence,' said Guy, looking at her with a
smile.

'I did not mean it,' she answered; 'I have not a word to say against it.
It is quite right, and I am sure I don't wish to do otherwise.'

'Only it is the first drawback in our real day-dream.'

'Just so, and that is all,' said Amy; 'I am glad you feel the same, not
that I want you to change your mind.'

'Don't you remember our resolution against mere pleasure-hunting? That
adventure at Interlachen seemed to be meant to bring us up short just as
we were getting into that line.'

'You think we were?'

'I was, at least; for I know it was a satisfaction not to find a letter,
to say Redclyffe was ready for us.'

'I had rather it was Redclyffe than Philip.'

'To be sure, I would not change my own dancing leaping waves for this
clear blue looking-glass of a lake, or even those white peaks. I want
you to make friends with those waves, Amy. But it is a more real matter
to make friends with Philip, the one wish of my life. Not that I exactly
expect to clear matters up, but if some move is not made now, when it
may, we shall stand aloof for life, and there will be the feud where it
was before.'

'It is quite right,' said Amy; 'I dare say that, meeting so far from
home, he will be glad to see us, and to hear the Hollywell news. I
little thought last autumn where I should meet him again.'

On the second evening from that time, Philip Morville was walking, hot
and dusty, between the high stone walls bordering the road, and shutting
out the beautiful view of the lake, at the entrance of Ballagio,
meditating on the note he had received from Guy, and intending to be
magnanimous, and overlook former offences for Amabel's sake. He would
show that he considered the marriage to have cleared off old scores, and
that as long as she was happy, poor little thing, her husband should
be borne with, though not to the extent of the spoiling the Edmonstones
gave him.

Thus reflecting, he entered the town, and walked on in search of the
hotel. He pr