‘I do not like this wind,’ muttered Captain Cadurcis.  ‘There it goes.’

‘You cannot see the wind, George?’

’Yes, I can, Venetia, and I do not like it at all.  Do you see that black spot flitting like a shade over the sea?  It is like the reflection of a cloud on the water; but there is no cloud.  Well, that is the wind, Venetia, and a very wicked wind too.’

‘How strange!  Is that indeed the wind?’

‘We had better return home,’ said Captain Cadurcis I wish they had not gone to Lavenza.’

‘But there is no danger?’ said Venetia.

‘Danger?  No! no danger, but they may get a wet jacket.’

They walked on; but Captain Cadurcis was rather distrait:  his eye was always watching the wind; at last he said, ’I tell you, Venetia, we must walk quickly; for, by Jove, we are going to have a white squall.’

They hurried their pace, Venetia mentioned her alarm again about the boat; but her companion reassured her; yet his manner was not so confident as his words.

A white mist began to curl above the horizon, the blueness of the day seemed suddenly to fade, and its colour became grey; there was a swell on the waters that hitherto had been quite glassy, and they were covered with a scurfy foam.

‘I wish I had been with them,’ said Captain Cadurcis, evidently very anxious.

‘George, you are alarmed,’ said Venetia, earnestly.  ’I am sure there is danger.’

’Danger!  How can there be danger, Venetia?  Perhaps they are in port by this time.  I dare say we shall find them at Spezzia.  I will see you home and run down to them.  Only hurry, for your own sake, for you do not know what a white squall in the Mediterranean is.  We have but a few moments.’

And even at this very instant, the wind came roaring and rushing with such a violent gush that Venetia could scarcely stand; George put his arm round her to support her.  The air was filled with thick white vapour, so that they could no longer see the ocean, only the surf rising very high all along the coast.

‘Keep close to me, Venetia,’ said Captain Cadurcis; ’hold my arm and I will walk first, for we shall not be able to see a yard before us in a minute.  I know where we are.  We are above the olive wood, and we shall soon be in the ravine.  These Mediterranean white squalls are nasty things; I had sooner by half be in a south-wester; for one cannot run before the wind in this bay, the reefs stretch such a long way out.’

The danger, and the inutility of expressing fears which could only perplex her guide, made Venetia silent, but she was terrified.  She could not divest herself of apprehension about her father and Plantagenet.  In spite of all he said, it was evident that her companion was alarmed.

They had now entered the valley; the mountains had in some degree kept off the vapour; the air was more clear.  Venetia and Captain Cadurcis stopped a moment to breathe.  ‘Now, Venetia, you are safe,’ said Captain Cadurcis.  ’I will not come in; I will run down to the bay at once.’  He wiped the mist off his face:  Venetia perceived him deadly pale.