shoulder, silently weeping, weeping.

He gave her a farewell rub along the nose.

"Good-bye," he said. "Your breath is like meadowsweet. So dry
your tears, and set your hopes upon the future. I 'll come and
see you again to-morrow, and I 'll bring you some nice coarse
salt. Good-bye."

But when he went to see her on the morrow, she was grazing
peacefully; and she ate the salt he brought her with heart-whole
bovine relish--putting out her soft white pad of a tongue,
licking it deliberately from his hand, savouring it tranquilly,
and crunching the bigger grains with ruminative enjoyment between
her teeth. So soon consoled! They were companions in misery no
longer. "I 'm afraid you are a Latin, after all," he said, and
left her with a sense of disappointment.

That afternoon Marietta asked, "Would you care to visit the
castle, Signorino?"

He was seated under his willow-tree, by the river, smoking
cigarettes--burning superfluous time.

Marietta pointed towards Ventirose.

"Why?" said he.

"The family are away. In the absence of the family, the public
are admitted, upon presentation of their cards."