beautiful that the eye wearied with delight; in its memories, a source of solemn joy, inexhaustible for ever.
"I suppose," said Mallard, in the undertone of reflection, "the pagan associations of Naples are a great obstacle to Mrs. Baske's enjoyment of the scenery."
"She admits that."
"By-the-bye, what are likely to be the relations between her and Miss Doran?"
"I have wondered. They seem to keep on terms of easy correspondence. But doesn't Cecily herself throw any light on that point?"
Mallard made a pause before answering.
"You must remember that I know very little of her. I have never spoken more intimately with her than you yourself have. Naturally, since she has ceased to be a child, I have kept my distance. In fact, I shall be heartily glad when the next three years are over, and we can shake hands with a definite good-bye."
"What irritates you?" inquired Spence,
