What could it be?
A message of universal application, "loving and enigmatical," as the
old man had called it. True! It was a greeting from an unknown friend
in an unknown land; something familiar from the dim past or distant
future; something that spoke of well-being--plain to behold, hard to
expound, like the dawning smile of childhood.
CHAPTER XXXI
Towards evening, Mr. van Koppen drove the bishop down in the carriage
which he usually hired for the whole of his stay on Nepenthe. They said
little, having talked themselves out with the Count. The American
seemed to be thinking about something. Mr. Heard's eye roamed over the
landscape, rather anxiously.
"I don't like that new cloud above the volcano," he observed.
"Looks like ashes. Looks as if it might drift in our direction, doesn't
it, if the wind were strong enough to move it? Do you see much of the
Count?" he enquired.
"Not as much as I should like. What excellent veal cutlets those were!
So white and tender.
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