There was less colour in her face than there had been, and the long lashes half veiled her eyes.

San Miniato watched her narrowly.
"How beautiful! How beautiful!" she exclaimed twice, after a long silence.
"It will be more beautiful still when the moon rises," said San Miniato.
"I am glad you are pleased." She liked the simple words better, perhaps, than some of his rather artificial speeches.
"Thank you," she said.

"Thank you for bringing us here." He had certainly taken a great deal of trouble, she thought, and it was the least she could do, to thank him as she did.

But she was really grateful and for a moment she felt a sort of sympathy for him which she had not felt before.

He, at least, understood that one could like something better in the world than the eternal terrace of a hotel with its stiff orange trees, its ugly lanterns and its everlasting gossip and chatter.