‘I told Arnaud we would let him know in an hour’s time; I thought of Venice.’
‘Venice, oh, yes, delightful.’
‘What do you say, Philip?’ said Guy.
‘I say that I cannot see any occasion for our being frightened out of our original determination. If a fever prevails among the half-starved peasantry, it need not affect well-fed healthy persons, merely passing through the country.’
‘You see we could hardly manage without sleeping there,’ said Guy: ‘we must sleep either at Colico, or at Madonna. Now Colico, they say, is a most unhealthy place at this time of year, and Madonna is the very heart of the fever—Sondrio not much better. I don’t see how it is to be safely done; and though very likely we might not catch the fever, I don’t see any use in trying.’
‘That is making yourself a slave to the fear of infection.’
‘I don’t know what purpose would be answered by running the risk,’ said Guy.
‘If you chose to give it so dignified a name as a risk,’ said Philip.
‘I don’t, then,’ said Guy, smiling. ‘I should not care if there was any reason for going there, but, as there is not, I shall face Mr. Edmonstone better if I don’t run Amy into any more chances of mischief.’
‘Is Amy grateful for the care,’ said Philip, ‘after all her wishes for the eastern bank?’