O'Gormon came up the walk as she descended the verandah steps.
"Good morning, Miss Vernon."
"_Bonjour_, Sir Dennis; sorry I am deserting the villa as you are
making your _entree_."
"Fortune favours me, in that you are not already gone. May I not be
your escort, and attend you?"
"Well, I scarcely know; I am not going to the Colonna gardens," she
answered gaily.
"No matter, I am only too willing to follow you blindly; whither thou
goest I go; thy will shall be my will; thy goal my goal."
"Then to the dusty shop of Pedro; to the rescue of some trifles in the
matter of bric-a-brac."
"But, am I not sufficient escort without yon trim female; give her a
holiday to go buy ribbons to 'tie up her bonny brown hair.'"
"You may take an hour's pleasure, Saunders; I do not require your
further attendance."
And now they bend their steps in the direction of the old town, and
turning into a short, narrow street, ascend the high stone steps of an
old house; so old one wondered it held together; in fact, many stones
had fallen from the front wall, giving it a hollow-eyed appearance.
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