'Venetia,' said Cadurcis, with a laughing eye, 'all this is very strange, is it not?'
'Very strange, indeed, Plantagenet; I should not be surprised if it appeared to you as yet even incredible.'
'It is miraculous,' said Cadurcis, 'but not incredible; an angel interfered, and worked the miracle. I know all.'
Venetia looked at him with a faint flush upon her cheek; she gathered a flower and plucked it to pieces.
'What a singular destiny ours has been, Venetia! 'said Cadurcis. 'Do you know, I can sit for an hour together and muse over it.'
'Can you, Plantagenet?'
'I have such an extraordinary memory; I do not think I ever forgot anything. We have had some remarkable conversations in our time, eh, Venetia? Do you remember my visit to Cherbury before I went to Cambridge, and the last time I saw you before I left England? And now it all ends in this! What do you think of it, Venetia?'
'Think of what, Plantagenet?'
'Why, of this reconciliation?'
'Dear Plantagenet, what can I think of it but what I have expressed, that it is a wonderful event, but the happiest in my life.'