WITH HIS PARENTS.
The lingering, long-drawn-out _table d’hôte_ dinner was just over in
one of the inns on the _cornice_ road. The gentlemen had gone into the
garden, and some of the ladies to the _salotto_, where open windows
admitted the odours of many a flower and blossoming tree, for it was
toward the end of spring in that region. One had sat down to a
tinkling piano, and was striking a few chords, more to her own
pleasure than that of the company. Two or three were looking out into
the garden, where the diaphanous veil of twilight had so speedily
thickened to the crape of night, its darkness filled with thousands of
small isolated splendours--fire-flies, those “golden boats” never seen
“on a sunny sea,” but haunting the eves of the young summer, pulsing,
pulsing through the dusky air with seeming aimlessness, like sweet
thoughts that have no faith to bind them in one. A tall, graceful
woman stood in one of the windows alone. She had never been in Italy
before, had never before seen fire-flies, and was absorbed in the
beauty of their motion as much as in that of their golden
flashes. Each roving star had a tide in its light that rose and ebbed
as it moved, so that it seemed to push itself on by its own radiance,
ever waxing and waning. In wide, complicated dance, they wove a huge,
warpless tapestry with the weft of an ever vanishing aureate
shine. The lady, an Englishwoman evidently, gave a little sigh and
looked round, regretting, apparently, that her husband was not by her
side to look on the loveliness that woke a faint-hued fairy-tale in
her heart. The same moment he entered the room and came to her. He was
a man above the middle height, and from the slenderness of his figure,
looked taller than he was. He had a vivacity of motion, a readiness to
turn on his heel, a free swing of the shoulders, and an erect carriage
of the head, which all marked him a man of action: one that speculated
on his calling would immediately have had his sense of fitness
satisfied when he heard that he was the commander of an English
gun-boat, which he was now on his way to Genoa to join. He was
young--within the twenties, though looking two or three and thirty,
his face was so browned by sun and wind. His features were regular and
attractive, his eyes so dark that the liveliness of their movement
seemed hardly in accord with the weight of their colour. His wife was
very fair, with large eyes of the deepest blue of eyes. She looked
delicate, and was very lovely. They had been married about five
years. A friend had brought them in his yacht as far as Nice, and they
were now going on by land. From Genoa the lady must find her way home
without her husband.
The lights in the room having been extinguished that the few present
might better see the fire-flies, he put his arm round her waist.
“I’m so glad you’re come, Henry!” she said, favoured by the piano. “I
was uncomfortable at having the lovely sight all to myself!”
“It is lovely, darling!” he rejoined; then, after a moment’s pause,
added, “I hope you will be able to sleep without the sea to rock you!”
“No fear of that!” she answered. “The stillness will be delightful. I
was thoroughly reconciled to the motion of the yacht,” she went on,
“but there is a satisfaction in feeling the solid earth under you, and
knowing it will keep steady all night.”
“I am glad you like the change. I never sleep the first night on
shore.--I cannot tell what it is, but somehow I keep wishing Fyvie
could have taken us all the way.”
“Never mind, love. I will keep awake with you.”
“It’s not that! How could I mind lying awake with you beside me! Oh
Grace, you don’t know, you cannot know, what you are to me! I don’t
feel in the least that you’re my other half, as people say. You’re not
like a part of myself at all; to think so would be sacrilege! You are
quite another, else how could you be mine! You make me forget myself
altogether. When I look at you, I stand before an enchanted mirror
that cannot show what is in front of it.”
“No, Harry; I’m a true mirror, for I hold that inside me which remains
outside me.”
“I fear you’ve got beyond me!” said her husband, laughing. “You always
do!”
“Yes, at nonsense, Harry.”
“Then your speech was nonsense, was it?”
“No; it was full of sense. But think of something you would like me to
say; I must fetch the boy to see the fire-flies; when I come back I
will say it.”
She left the room. Her husband stood where he was, gazing out, with a
tender look in his face that deepened to sadness--whether from the
haunting thought of his wife’s delicate health and his having to leave
her, or from some strange foreboding, I cannot tell. When presently
she returned with their one child in her arms, he made haste to take
him from her.
“My darling,” he said, “he is much too heavy for you! How stupid of me
not to think of it! If you don’t promise me never to do that at home,
I will take him to sea with me!”
The child, a fair, bright boy, the sleep in whose eyes had turned to
wonder, for they seemed to see everything, and be quite satisfied with
nothing, went readily to his father, but looked back at his
mother. The only sign he gave that he was delighted with the
fire-flies was, that he looked now to the one, now to the other of his
parents, speechless, with shining eyes. He knew they were feeling just
like himself. Silent communion was enough.
The father turned to carry him back to bed. The mother turned to look
after them. As she did so, her eyes fell upon two or three delicate,
small-leaved plants--I do not know what they were--that stood in pots
on the balcony in front of the open window: they were shivering. The
night was perfectly still, but their leaves trembled as with an
ague-fit.
“Look, Harry! What is that?” she cried, pointing to them.
He turned and looked, said it must be some loaded wagon passing, and
went off with the child.
“I hope to-morrow will be just like to-day!” said his wife when he
returned. “What shall we do with it?--our one real holiday, you know!”
“I have a notion in my head,” he answered. “That little town Georgina
spoke of, is not far from here--among the hills: shall we go and see
it?”