"Not much to be seen, darling!" said Ashe, as they reached the
water--"and I think this good man wants to get rid of us!"
And, indeed, the monk was looking backward across the intervening trees
at a party which had just entered the garden.
"Ah, they have found another brother!" he said, politely, and he began
to point out to Kitty the various landmarks visible, the arsenal, the
two asylums, San Pietro di Castello.
The new-comers just glanced at the garden apparently, as the Ashes had
done on arrival, and promptly followed their guide back into the
convent.
Kitty asked a few more questions, then led the way in a hasty return to
the garden door, the entrance-hall, and the steps where their gondola
was waiting. Nothing was to be seen of the second party. They had passed
on into the cloisters.
* * * * *
Animation, oddity, inconsequence, all these things Margaret observed in
Kitty during luncheon in a restaurant of the Merceria, and various
incidents connected with it; animation above all. The Ashes fell in with
acquaintance--a fashionable and harassed mother, on the fringe of the
Archangels, accompanied by two daughters, one pretty and one plain, and
sore pressed by their demands, real or supposed.
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