"By the way, how does it seem to be quite a free woman?" said Kimberly
one evening to Alice.
"What do you mean?"
"Your decree was granted to-day."
She steeled herself with an exclamation. "_That_ nightmare! Is it
really over?"
He nodded. "Now, pray forget it. You see, you were called to the city
but once. You spent only ten minutes in the judge's chambers, and
answered hardly half a dozen questions. You have suffered over it
because you are too sensitive--you are as delicate as Dresden. And this
is why I try to stand between you and everything unpleasant."
"But sha'n't you be tired of always standing between me and everything
unpleasant?"
He gazed into her eyes and they returned his searching look with the
simplicity of faith. In their expression he felt the measure of his
happiness. "No," he answered, "I like it. It is my part of the job.
And when I look upon you, when I am near you, even when I breathe the
fragrance of your belongings--of a glove, a fan, a handkerchief--I have
my reward. Every trifle of yours takes your charm upon itself."
He laid a bulky package in her lap. "Here are the maps and
photographs."
"Oh, this is the villa." Alice's eye ran with delight over the views as
she spread them before her. "Tell me everything about it."
"I have not seen it since I was a boy. But above Stresa a pebbled Roman
highway winds into the northern hills. It is flanked with low walls of
rotten stone and shaded with plane trees. Half an hour above the town
an ilex grove marks a villa entrance."
He handed her a photograph. "This is the grove, these are the
gates--they are by Krupp, and you will like them. Above them are the
Dutch Kimberly arms--to which we have no right whatever that I can
discover. But wasn't it delightfully American for Dolly to appropriate
them?
"The roadway grows narrower as it climbs. Again and again it sinks into
the red hill-side, leaving a wall tapestried with ivy. Indeed, it winds
about with hardly any regard for a fixed destination, but the air is so
bland and the skies at every turn are so soft, that pretty soon you
don't care whether you ever get anywhere or not. The hills are studded
with olives and oranges.
"When you have forgotten that you have a destination the road opens on a
lovely _pineto_. You cross it to a casino on the eastern edge and there
is the lake, two hundred feet below and stretching away into the Alps.
"Above the casino you lose yourself among cedars, chestnuts, magnolias,
and there are little gorges with clumps of wild laurel. Figs and
pomegranates begin beyond the gorge. The arbors are hidden by oleander
trees and terraces of camellias rise to the belvedere--the tree you see
just beside it there is a magnolia.
"Back of this lies the garden, laid out in the old Italian style, and
crowning a point far above the lake stands the house. The view is a
promise of paradise--you have the lake, the mountains, the lowlands, the
walnut groves, yellow campaniles, buff villas, and Alpine sunsets."
"You paint a lovely picture."
"But incomplete; to-night you are free to tell me when I can take you.
Make it an early day, Alice. The moment we are married, we start. We
will land at any little port along the Riviera that strikes your fancy,
have a car to meet us, and drive thence by easy stages to the lake. From
the moment we touch at Gibraltar you will fall in love with everything
anew; there is only one Mediterranean--one Italy, cara mia ben. Let us
go in. I want you to sing my song."
They walked into the house and to the dimly lighted music room. There
they sat down together on the piano bench and she sang for him, "Caro
Mio Ben."
[Illustration: She sang for him "Caro Mio Ben"]