He felt the change come over her as they sat down and the omnibus began to move forward.

He imagined her contemplating the avenue in front of them with those honest sad eyes which seemed to set him at such a distance from them.

But the breeze was blowing in their faces; it lifted her hat for a second, and she drew out a pin and stuck it in again,--a little action which seemed, for some reason, to make her rather more fallible.

Ah, if only her hat would blow off, and leave her altogether disheveled, accepting it from his hands! "This is like Venice," she observed, raising her hand.

"The motor-cars, I mean, shooting about so quickly, with their lights." "I've never seen Venice," he replied.