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第43章

"Well, I have done my best," said Philip, dipping a long slice of sugar into his cup, and watching the brown liquid ascend into it."I shall face my mother with a good conscience.Will you bear me witness that I've done my best?""My poor fellow, I will!" He laid a sympathetic hand on Philip's knee.

"And that I have--" The sugar was now impregnated with coffee, and he bent forward to swallow it.As he did so his eyes swept the opposite of the Piazza, and he saw there, watching them, Harriet."Mia sorella!" he exclaimed.Gino, much amused, laid his hand upon the little table, and beat the marble humorously with his fists.Harriet turned away and began gloomily to inspect the Palazzo Pubblico.

"Poor Harriet!" said Philip, swallowing the sugar.

"One more wrench and it will all be over for her; we are leaving this evening."Gino was sorry for this."Then you will not be here this evening as you promised us.All three leaving?""All three," said Philip, who had not revealed the secession of Miss Abbott; "by the night train; at least, that is my sister's plan.So I'm afraid I shan't be here."They watched the departing figure of Harriet, and then entered upon the final civilities.They shook each other warmly by both hands.Philip was to come again next year, and to write beforehand.

He was to be introduced to Gino's wife, for he was told of the marriage now.He was to be godfather to his next baby.As for Gino, he would remember some time that Philip liked vermouth.He begged him to give his love to Irma.Mrs.Herriton--should he send her his sympathetic regards? No; perhaps that would hardly do.

So the two young men parted with a good deal of genuine affection.For the barrier of language is sometimes a blessed barrier, which only lets pass what is good.Or--to put the thing less cynically--we may be better in new clean words, which have never been tainted by our pettiness or vice.Philip, at all events, lived more graciously in Italian, the very phrases of which entice one to be happy and kind.It was horrible to think of the English of Harriet, whose every word would be as hard, as distinct, and as unfinished as a lump of coal.

Harriet, however, talked little.She had seen enough to know that her brother had failed again, and with unwonted dignity she accepted the situation.She did her packing, she wrote up her diary, she made a brown paper cover for the new Baedeker.Philip, finding her so amenable, tried to discuss their future plans.But she only said that they would sleep in Florence, and told him to telegraph for rooms.They had supper alone.Miss Abbott did not come down.The landlady told them that Signor Carella had called on Miss Abbott to say good-bye, but she, though in, had not been able to see him.

She also told them that it had begun to rain.Harriet sighed, but indicated to her brother that he was not responsible.

The carriages came round at a quarter past eight.

It was not raining much, but the night was extraordinarily dark, and one of the drivers wanted to go slowly to the station.Miss Abbott came down and said that she was ready, and would start at once.

"Yes, do," said Philip, who was standing in the hall."Now that we have quarrelled we scarcely want to travel in procession all the way down the hill.Well, good-bye; it's all over at last; another scene in my pageant has shifted.""Good-bye; it's been a great pleasure to see you.

I hope that won't shift, at all events." She gripped his hand.

"You sound despondent," he said, laughing.

"Don't forget that you return victorious.""I suppose I do," she replied, more despondently than ever, and got into the carriage.He concluded that she was thinking of her reception at Sawston, whither her fame would doubtless precede her.

Whatever would Mrs.Herriton do? She could make things quite unpleasant when she thought it right.She might think it right to be silent, but then there was Harriet.Who would bridle Harriet's tongue?

Between the two of them Miss Abbott was bound to have a bad time.

Her reputation, both for consistency and for moral enthusiasm, would be lost for ever.

"It's hard luck on her," he thought."She is a good person.I must do for her anything I can." Their intimacy had been very rapid, but he too hoped that it would not shift.

He believed that he understood her, and that she, by now, had seen the worst of him.What if after a long time--if after all--he flushed like a boy as he looked after her carriage.

He went into the dining-room to look for Harriet.

Harriet was not to be found.Her bedroom, too, was empty.All that was left of her was the purple prayer-book which lay open on the bed.

Philip took it up aimlessly, and saw--"Blessed be the Lord my God who teacheth my hands to war and my fingers to fight." He put the book in his pocket, and began to brood over more profitable themes.

Santa Deodata gave out half past eight.All the luggage was on, and still Harriet had not appeared."Depend upon it," said the landlady, "she has gone to Signor Carella's to say good-bye to her little nephew." Philip did not think it likely.They shouted all over the house and still there was no Harriet.He began to be uneasy.He was helpless without Miss Abbott; her grave, kind face had cheered him wonderfully, even when it looked displeased.

Monteriano was sad without her; the rain was thickening; the scraps of Donizetti floated tunelessly out of the wineshops, and of the great tower opposite he could only see the base, fresh papered with the advertisements of quacks.

A man came up the street with a note.Philip read, "Start at once.Pick me up outside the gate.Pay the bearer.H.H.""Did the lady give you this note?" he cried.

The man was unintelligible.

"Speak up!" exclaimed Philip."Who gave it you--and where?"Nothing but horrible sighings and bubblings came out of the man.

"Be patient with him," said the driver, turning round on the box."It is the poor idiot." And the landlady came out of the hotel and echoed "The poor idiot.He cannot speak.

He takes messages for us all."

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