"If you know Mrs. Vesey, why didn't you go and speak to her? I'm
sure she saw you," Rose said.
Captain Jay replied even more circumspectly than usual. "Because I
didn't want to leave you."
"Well, you can go now; you're free," Rose rejoined.
"Thank you. I shall never go again."
"That won't be civil," said Rose.
"I don't care to be civil. I don't like her."
"Why don't you like her?"
"You ask too many questions."
"I know I do," the girl acknowledged.
Captain Jay had already shaken hands with her, but at this he put out
his hand again. "She's too worldly," he murmured, while he held Rose
Tramore's a moment.
"Ah, you dear!" Rose exclaimed almost audibly as, with her mother,
she turned away.
The next morning, upon the Grand Canal, the gondola of our three
friends encountered a stately barge which, though it contained
several persons, seemed pervaded mainly by one majestic presence.
During the instant the gondolas were passing each other it was
impossible either for Rose Tramore or for her companions not to
become conscious that this distinguished identity had markedly
inclined itself--a circumstance commemorated the next moment, almost
within earshot of the other boat, by the most spontaneous cry that
had issued for many a day from the lips of Mrs.
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