with us.' Oh for the black gondola!--the little gliding dusky chamber for two; instead of this open, flaunting, gold and crimson cotton-work, which exacted discretion on his part and that of the mannerly gondoliers, and exposed him to window, balcony, bridge, and borderway.
They slipped on beneath a red balcony where a girl leaned on her folded arms, and eyed them coming and going by with Egyptian gravity.
'How strange a power of looking these people have,' said Renee, whose vivacity was fascinated to a steady sparkle by the girl.

'Tell me, is she glancing round at us ?' Nevil turned and reported that she was not.

She had exhausted them while they were in transit; she had no minor curiosity.
'Let us fancy she is looking for her lover,' he said.
Renee added: 'Let us hope she will not escape being seen.' 'I give her my benediction,' said Nevil.
'And I,' said Renee; 'and adieu to her, if you please.

Look for Roland.' 'You remind me; I have but a few instants.' 'M.

Nevil, you are a preux of the times of my brother's patronymic.