Peter did not take his eyes from the girl's eyes lest for her to look away ever so slightly from there to his face would be to discover that he knew; and he did not know how he stood with himself toward that knowledge.
"Oh," she said breathlessly, "I wanted you--I called you--and you came! You did not know where I was and yet you came ?" "I heard you calling." She left her oar and sat down; Peter laid his hand on the edge of her gondola and they drifted side by side.
"May I come with you ?" he asked presently.
She made a little gesture, past all speech.

Peter held up a hand full of silver toward his gondolier and laid it on the seat as he stepped lightly over.

The man slid away from them without word or motion, and together they faced the morning.

It was one thin web of rose and gold over lakes of burnished light; islands lifted in mirage, floated miraculously upon the verge of space.

Behind them the mainland banked like a new created world over which waited the Hosts of the ranked Alps.
Winged boats from Murano slid through the flat lagoons.
There was very little to say.