'And to-night you must indeed go?' said Venetia, as they were walking
together on the terrace. It was the only time that they had been alone
together during his visit.
'I must start from Arona at daybreak,' replied George; 'and I must
travel quickly, for in less than a month I must be in Sicily.'
'Sicily! Why are you going to Sicily?'
Captain Cadurcis smiled. 'I am going to join a friend of ours,' he
answered.
'Plantagenet?' she said.
Captain Cadurcis nodded assent.
'Poor Plantagenet!' said Venetia.
'His name has been on my lips several times,' said George.
'I am sure of that,' said Venetia. 'Is he well?'
'He writes to me in fair spirits,' said Captain Cadurcis. 'He has been
travelling in Spain, and now he is somewhere in Africa; we are to meet
in Sicily or Malta. I think travel has greatly benefited him. He seems
quite delighted with his glimpse of Oriental manners, and I should
scarcely be surprised if he were now to stretch on to Constantinople.'
'I wonder if he will ever return to England,' said Venetia,
thoughtfully.
'There is only one event that would induce him,' said Captain
Cadurcis. And then after a pause he added, 'You will not ask me what
it is?'
'I wish he were in England, and were happy,' said Venetia.
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