good deal of pronunciation, who wore a dress-coat in the morning,

which made one wonder what he wore in the evening, and had, or was

supposed to have "property" and something to do with the Bible

Society. It couldn't have been but that he was a good type.

Pemberton himself remembered Mrs. Clancy, a widowed sister of Mr.

Moreen's, who was as irritating as a moral tale and had paid a

fortnight's visit to the family at Nice shortly after he came to

live with them. She was "pure and refined," as Amy said over the

banjo, and had the air of not knowing what they meant when they

talked, and of keeping something rather important back. Pemberton

judged that what she kept back was an approval of many of their

ways; therefore it was to be supposed that she too was of a good

type, and that Mr. and Mrs. Moreen and Ulick and Paula and Amy

might easily have been of a better one if they would.

But that they wouldn't was more and more perceptible from day to

day. They continued to "chivey," as Morgan called it, and in due

time became aware of a variety of reasons for proceeding to Venice.

They mentioned a great many of them - they were always strikingly

frank and had the brightest friendly chatter, at the late foreign

breakfast in especial, before the ladies had made up their faces,

when they leaned their arms on the table, had something to follow

the demitasse, and, in the heat of familiar discussion as to what

they "really ought" to do, fell inevitably into the languages in

which they could tutoyer. Even Pemberton liked them then; he could

endure even Ulick when he heard him give his little flat voice for

the "sweet sea-city." That was what made him have a sneaking

kindness for them - that they were so out of the workaday world and

kept him so out of it. The summer had waned when, with cries of

ecstasy, they all passed out on the balcony that overhung the Grand

Canal. The sunsets then were splendid and the Dorringtons had

arrived. The Dorringtons were the only reason they hadn't talked

of at breakfast; but the reasons they didn't talk of at breakfast

always came out in the end. The Dorringtons on the other hand came

out very little; or else when they did they stayed - as was natural

- for hours, during which periods Mrs. Moreen and the girls

sometimes called at their hotel (to see if they had returned) as

many as three times running. The gondola was for the ladies, as in

Venice too there were "days," which Mrs. Moreen knew in their order

an hour after she arrived. She immediately took one herself, to

which the Dorringtons never came, though on a certain occasion when

Pemberton and his pupil were together at St. Mark's - where, taking

the best walks they had ever had and haunting a hundred churches,

they spent a great deal of time - they saw the old lord turn up

with Mr. Moreen and Ulick, who showed him the dim basilica as if it

belonged to them. Pemberton noted how much less, among its

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