THE GOLDEN BOWL
on him, and I dare say that if you were to go back to him you'd find he has been keeping that treasure for you. But as to cracks," the Prince went on—"what did you tell me the other day you prettily call them in English? 'rifts within the lute'?—risk them as much as you like for yourself, but don't risk them for me." He spoke it in all the gaiety of his just barely-tremulous serenity. "I go, as you know, by my superstitions. And that's why," he said, "I know where we are. They're every one to-day on our side."
Resting on the parapet toward the great view she was silent a little, and he saw the next moment that her eyes were closed. "I go but by one thing." Her hand was on the sun-warmed stone; so that, turned as they were away from the house, he put his own upon it and covered it. "I go by you," she said. "I go by you."
So they remained a moment, till he spoke again with a gesture that matched. "What's really our great necessity, you know, is to go by my watch. It's already eleven"—he had looked at the time; "so that if we stop here to luncheon what becomes of our afternoon?"
To this Charlotte's eyes opened straight. "There's not the slightest need of our stopping here to luncheon. Don't you see," she asked, "how I'm ready?"
He had taken it in, but there was always more and more of her. "You mean you've arranged—?"
"It's easy to arrange. My maid goes up with my things. You've only to speak to your man about yours, and they can go together."
"You mean we can leave at once?"
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