There is a Veronese in one of the churches of the Giudecca opposite.

Will you, M.Nevil, act as parade-escort to her here for half an hour, while I go over?
Renee complains that she loses the vulgar art of walking in her complaisant attention to the fine Arts.

I weary my poor child.' Renee protested in a rapid chatter.
'Must I avow it ?' said the count; 'she damps my enthusiasm a little.' Nevil mutely accepted the office.
Twice that day was she surrendered to him: once in his ignorance, when time appeared an expanse of many sunny fields.

On this occasion it puffed steam; yet, after seeing the count embark, he commenced the parade in silence.
'This is a nice walk,' said Renee; 'we have not the steps of the Riva dei Schiavoni.

It is rather melancholy though.