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There had been a long silence between the father and daughter who understood each other far too well to need many words at such a time； but at length a sudden ejaculation from Raeburn made Erica turn her eye from Fiesole to the shady walk in the garden down which he was looking。
〃Does any Italian walk at such a pace？〃 he exclaimed。 〃That must surely be Brian Osmond or his double in the shape of an English tourist。〃
〃Oh； impossible！〃 said Erica； coloring a little and looking intently at the pedestrian who was still at some little distance。
〃But it is；〃 said Raeburn 〃height； way of walking； everything！ My dear Eric； don't tell me I can't recognize the man who saved my life。 I should know him a mile off！〃
〃What can have brought him here？〃 said Erica； a certain joyous tumult in her heart checked by the dread of evil tidings a dread which was but natural to one who had lived her life。
〃Come and meet him；〃 said Raeburn。 〃Ha； Brian； I recognized you ever so far off； and couldn't persuade this child of your identity。〃
Brian； a little flushed with quick walking； looked into Erica's face searchingly； and was satisfied with what he read there satisfied with the soft glow of color that came to her cheeks； and with the bright look of happiness that came into her eyes which； as a rule； were grave； and when in repose even sad in expression。
〃I owe this to a most considerate patient who thought fit to be taken ill at Genoa and to telegraph for me；〃 he said in explanation； 〃and being in Italy； I thought I might as well take my yearly outing now。〃
〃Capital idea！〃 said Raeburn。 〃You are the very man we wanted。 What with the meetings and interviews； I don't get much peace even here； and Erica is much in need of an escort sometimes。 How did you find us？〃
〃They told me at the hotel that I should probably find you here； though； if I had known what a wilderness of a place it is I should have been rather hopeless。〃
Erica left most of the talking to her father； just then she felt no wish to put a single thought into words。 She wanted only to enjoy the blissful dream…like happiness which was so new； and rare； and wonderful that it brought with it the feeling that any very definite thought or word must bring it to an end。 Perfect harmony with your surroundings。 Yes； that was indeed a very true definition of happiness； and of late the surroundings had been so grim and stormy。 She seemed to tread upon air as they roamed about the lovely walks。 The long； green vistas were to her a veritable paradise。 Her father looked so happy； too； and had so entirely shaken off his cares； and Brian； who was usually rather silent； seemed today a perfect fountain of talk。
Since that December day in Westminster Hall a great change had come over Erica。 Not a soul besides Brian and herself knew anything about the scene with Sir Algernon Wyte。 Not a word had passed between them since upon the subject； but perhaps because of the silence； that day was all the more in the thoughts of each。 The revelation of Brian's love revealed also to Erica much in his character which had hitherto perplexed her simply because she had not seen it in the true light。 There had always been about him a wistfulness bordering on sadness which had sometimes almost angered her。 For so little do even intimate friends know each other； that lives； which seem all peaceful and full of everything calculated to bring happiness； are often the ones which are preyed upon by some grievous trouble or anxiety unknown to any outsider。 If he had indeed loved her all those seven years he must have suffered fearfully。 What the suffering had been Erica could； from her present position； understand well enough。 The thought of it touched her inexpressibly； seemed to her； as indeed it was； the shadow of that Divine Love which had loved her eternally had waited for her through long years had served her and shielded her； though she never recognized its existence till at length； in one flash of light； the revelation had come to her； and she had learned the glory of Love； the murky gloom of those past misunderstandings。
Those were wonderful days that they spent together at Florence； the sort of days that come but once in a life time； for the joy of dawn is quite distinct from the bright noon day or the calm evening； distinct； too； from that second and grander dawn which awaits us in the Unseen when the night of life is over。 Together they wandered through the long corridors of the Uffizzi； together they returned again and again to the Tribune； or traversed that interminable passage across the river which leads to the Pitti Gallery； or roamed about among the old squares and palaces which are haunted by so many memories。 And every day Brian meant to speak； but could not because the peace； and restfulness； and glamour of the present was so perfect； and perhaps because； unconsciously； he felt that these were 〃halcyon days。〃
On Sunday he made up his mind that he certainly would speak before the day was over。 He went with Erica to see the old monastery of San Marco before morning service at the English church。 But； though they were alone together； he could not bring himself to speak there。 They wandered from cell to cell； looking at those wonderful frescoes of the Crucifixion in each of which Fra Angelico seemed to gain some fresh thought； some new view of his inexhaustible subject。 And Brian； watching Erica； thought how that old master would have delighted in the pure face and perfect coloring； in the short auburn hair which was in itself a halo； but could not somehow just then draw her thoughts away from the frescoes。 Together they stood in the little cells occupied once by Savonarola； looked at the strange； stern face which Bastianini chiseled so effectively； stood by the old wooden desk where Savonarola had written and read； saying very little to one another； but each conscious that the silence was one of perfect understanding and sympathy。 Then came the service in a hideous church； which yet seemed beautiful to them； with indifferent singing； which was somehow sweeter to them than the singing of a trained choir elsewhere。
But； on returning to the hotel； Brian found that his chances for that day were over for all the afternoon Erica had to receive a constant succession of visitors who； as she said； turned her father for the time being into the 〃British lion。〃 In the evening； too； when they walked in the Cascine； they were no longer alone。 Raeburn went with then； and as they paced along the broad avenue with the Arno gleaming through the fresh green of the trees； talking of the discussions of the past week； he inadvertently touched the note of pain in an otherwise cloudless day。
〃The work is practically over now；〃 he said。 〃But I think I must take a day or two to see a little of Florence。 I must be at Salsburg to meet Hasenbalg by Wednesday week。 Can you be ready to leave here on Wednesday； Eric？〃
〃Oh； yes； father；〃 she said without hesitation or comment but with something in her voice which told Brian that she； too； felt a pang of regret at the thought that their days in that city of golden dreams were so soon to be ended。
The Monday morning； however； proved so perfect a day that it dispelled the shadow that had fallen on them。 Raeburn wished to go to Fiesole； and early in the morning Brian； having secured a carriage and settled the terms with the crafty…looking Italian driver； they set off together。 The sunny streets looked sunnier than ever； the Tornabuoni was as usual lively and bustling； the flower market at the base of the Palazza Strozzi was gay with pinks and carnations and early roses。 They drove out of the city； passed innumerable villas； out into the open country where the only blot upon the fair landscape was a funeral train； the coffin borne by those gruesome beings； the Brothers of the Misericordia； with their black robes and black face cloths pierced only with holes for the eyes。
〃Is it necessary to make death so repulsive？〃 said Raeburn。 〃Our own black hearses are bad enough； but upon my word； I should be sorry to be carried to my grave by such grim beings！〃
He took off his hat； however； as they passed； and that not merely out of
