CHAPTER VI.
CAPTIVE TRAVELLERS He had taken leave of the Spences and Mrs.Baske, yet was not sure that he should go.

He had said good-bye to Mrs.Lessingham and to Cecily herself, yet made no haste to depart.

It drew on to evening, and he sat idly in his room in Casa Rolandi, looking at his traps half packed.
Then of a sudden up he started.

"Imbecile! Insensate! I give you fifteen minutes to be on your way to the station.

Miss the next train--and sink to the level of common men!" Shirts, socks--straps, locks; adieux, tips--horses, whips! Clatter through the Piazzetta Mondragone; down at breakneck speed to the Toledo; across the Piazza del Municipio; a good-bye to the public scriveners sitting at their little tables by the San Carlo; sharp round the corner, and along by the Porto Grande with its throng of vessels.