‘Yes, I’m dependent,’ Beauchamp assented.  ’I can’t act; I see it.  That scheme wants two to carry it out:  she has no courage.  I feel that I could carry the day with my uncle, but I can’t subject her to the risks, since she dreads them; I see it.  Yes, I see that!  I should have done well, I believe; I should have saved her.’

‘Run to England, get your uncle’s consent, and then try.’

‘No; I shall go to her father.’

’My dear Nevil, and supposing you have Renee to back you—­supposing it, I say—­won’t you be falling on exactly the same bayonet-point?’

‘If I leave her!’ Beauchamp interjected.  He perceived the quality of Renee’s unformed character which he could not express.

‘But we are to suppose that she loves you?’

‘She is a girl.’

’You return, my friend, to the place you started from, as you did on the canal without knowing it.  In my opinion, frankly, she is best married.  And I think so all the more after this morning’s lesson.  You understand plainly that if you leave her she will soon be pliant to the legitimate authorities; and why not?’

’Listen to me, Roland.  I tell you she loves me.  I am bound to her, and when—­if ever I see her unhappy, I will not stand by and look on quietly.’

Roland shrugged.  ’The future not being born, my friend, we will abstain from baptizing it.  For me, less privileged than my fellows, I have never seen the future.  Consequently I am not in love with it, and to declare myself candidly I do not care for it one snap of the fingers.  Let us follow our usages, and attend to the future at the hour of its delivery.  I prefer the sage-femme to the prophet.  From my heart, Nevil, I wish I could help you.  We have charged great guns together, but a family arrangement is something different from a hostile battery.  There’s Venice! and, as soon as you land, my responsibility’s ended.  Reflect, I pray you, on what I have said about girls.  Upon my word, I discover myself talking wisdom to you.  Girls are precious fragilities.  Marriage is the mould for them; they get shape, substance, solidity:  that is to say, sense, passion, a will of their own:  and grace and tenderness, delicacy; all out of the rude, raw, quaking creatures we call girls.  Paris! my dear Nevil.  Paris!  It’s the book of women.’

The grandeur of the decayed sea-city, where folly had danced Parisianly of old, spread brooding along the waters in morning light; beautiful; but with that inner light of history seen through the beauty Venice was like a lowered banner.  The great white dome and the campanili watching above her were still brave emblems.  Would Paris leave signs of an ancient vigour standing to vindicate dignity when her fall came?  Nevil thought of Renee in Paris.

She avoided him.  She had retired behind her tent-curtains, and reappeared only when her father’s voice hailed the boat from a gondola.  The count and the marquis were sitting together, and there was a spare gondola for the voyagers, so that they should not have to encounter another babel of the riva.  Salutes were performed with lifted hats, nods, and bows.