"You don't like it, carino?"

"I hardly know. It's so different from what I
expected. Yes, the lake is beautiful, and I like the
shape of those hills." They were standing on
Rousseau's Island, and he pointed to the long,
severe outlines of the Savoy side. "But the town
looks so stiff and tidy, somehow--so Protestant;
it has a self-satisfied air. No, I don't like it; it
reminds me of Julia."

Montanelli laughed. "Poor boy, what a misfortune!
Well, we are here for our own amusement, so there
is no reason why we should stop. Suppose we take a
sail on the lake to-day, and go up into the mountains
to-morrow morning?"

"But, Padre, you wanted to stay here?"

"My dear boy, I have seen all these places a
dozen times. My holiday is to see your pleasure.
Where would you like to go?"

"If it is really the same to you, I should like to
follow the river back to its source."

"The Rhone?"

"No, the Arve; it runs so fast."