‘How beautiful!’ broke from them both.
‘Guy,’ said the bride, after a few minutes had faded the rainbow, and turned them from its sight, ‘shall I tell you what I was thinking? I was thinking, that if there is a doom on us, I am not afraid, if it will only bring a rainbow.’
‘The rainbow will come after, if not with it,’ said Guy.
CHAPTER 30
She’s a winsome wee thing,
She’s a handsome wee thing,
She’s a bonnie wee thing,
This sweet wee wifie of mine.
—BURNS
‘Look here, Amy,’ said Guy, pointing to a name in the traveller’s book at Altdorf.
‘Captain Morville!’ she exclaimed, ‘July 14th. That was only the day before yesterday.’
‘I wonder whether we shall overtake him! Do you know what was this gentleman’s route?’ inquired Guy, in French that was daily becoming more producible.
The gentleman having come on foot, with nothing but his knapsack, had not made much sensation. There was a vague idea that he had gone on to the St. Gothard; but the guide who was likely to know, was not forthcoming, and all Guy’s inquiries only resulted in, ‘I dare say we shall hear of him elsewhere.’