'And to-night you must indeed go?' said Venetia, as they were walking together on the terrace. It was the only time that they had been alone together during his visit.
'I must start from Arona at daybreak,' replied George; 'and I must travel quickly, for in less than a month I must be in Sicily.'
'Sicily! Why are you going to Sicily?'
Captain Cadurcis smiled. 'I am going to join a friend of ours,' he answered.
'Plantagenet?' she said.
Captain Cadurcis nodded assent.
'Poor Plantagenet!' said Venetia.
'His name has been on my lips several times,' said George.
'I am sure of that,' said Venetia. 'Is he well?'
'He writes to me in fair spirits,' said Captain Cadurcis. 'He has been travelling in Spain, and now he is somewhere in Africa; we are to meet in Sicily or Malta. I think travel has greatly benefited him. He seems quite delighted with his glimpse of Oriental manners, and I should scarcely be surprised if he were now to stretch on to Constantinople.'