Tramore. "Fancy, my
dear, Lady Maresfield has bowed to us!"
"We ought to have returned it," Rose answered; but she looked at
Bertram Jay, who was opposite to her. He blushed, and she blushed,
and during this moment was born a deeper understanding than had yet
existed between these associated spirits. It had something to do
with their going together that afternoon, without her mother, to look
at certain out-of-the-way pictures as to which Ruskin had inspired
her with a desire to see sincerely. Mrs. Tramore expressed the wish
to stay at home, and the motive of this wish--a finer shade than any
that even Ruskin had ever found a phrase for--was not translated into
misrepresenting words by either the mother or the daughter. At San
Giovanni in Bragora the girl and her companion came upon Mrs.
Vaughan-Vesey, who, with one of her sisters, was also endeavouring to
do the earnest thing. She did it to Rose, she did it to Captain Jay,
as well as to Gianbellini; she was a handsome, long-necked, aquiline
person, of a different type from the rest of her family, and she did
it remarkably well. She secured our friends--it was her own
expression--for luncheon, on the morrow, on the yacht, and she made
it public to Rose that she would come that afternoon to invite her
mother.
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