I beckoned to Charles, and he came to my side, and looked through the door with me.
'Speak to her,' said I.

'She will forgive you.' I gently pushed him through the doorway, and went back into the transept, down the nave, and onward to the west door.

There I saw my father, to whom I spoke.

He answered severely that, having first obtained comfortable quarters in a pension on the Grand Canal, he had gone back to the hotel on the Riva degli Schiavoni to find me; but that I was not there.

He was now waiting for Caroline, to accompany her back to the pension, at which she had requested to be left to herself as much as possible till she could regain some composure.
I told him that it was useless to dwell on what was past, that I no doubt had erred, that the remedy lay in the future and their marriage.