But after a week of abject misery, he refused to bear any more, and when Mrs.Cricklander grew tired of Florence, and decided to move on to Venice, he announced his intention of taking a few days' tour by himself.

He wished to see the country round, he said, and especially make an excursion to San Gimignano--that gem of all Italy for its atmosphere of the past.
"Oh! I am thoroughly tired of these moldy places," Mrs.Cricklander announced.

"The Maulevriers are in Venice, and we can have a delightful time at the Lido; the new hotel is quite good--you had much better come on with me now.

Moping alone cannot benefit anyone.

You really ought to cheer up and get quite well, John." But he was firm, and after some bickerings she was obliged to decide to go to Venice alone with Arabella, and let her _fiance_ depart in his motor early the next morning.
Their parting was characteristic.
"Good night, Cecilia," John Derringham said.