Eleanor began to look happier and younger than she had looked for days.

And Lucy wondered why the long ascent to Nemi was so delightful; why the scirocco seemed to have gone from the air, leaving so purpureal and divine a light on mountain and lake and distance.
* * * * * When they arrived at Nemi, Manisty as usual showed that he knew nothing of the practical arrangements of the day, which were always made for him by other people.
'_What_ am I to do with these ?' he said, throwing his hands in despair towards the tea-baskets in the carriage.--'We can't drive beyond this--And how are we to meet the others ?--when do they come ?--why aren't they here ?' He turned with peremptory impatience to Eleanor.

She laid a calming hand upon his arm, pointing to the crowd of peasant folk from the little town that had already gathered round the carriage.
'Get two of those boys to carry the baskets.

We are to meet the others at the temple.

They come by the path from Genzano.' Manisty's brow cleared at once like a child's.