"And, among all those phantoms, with which did that great stricken heart converse?"
"Who can tell?"
"Only with himself, perhaps."
"Perhaps."
"Look at the glass windows and walls of the conservatories—how they sparkle! They appear iridescent. Rain, sunshine and time have painted it in that way. Does it not seem to reflect a distant twilight? Perhaps you have sometimes stopped on the Pesaro quay, to look at the beautiful pentafore window of the Evangelists. If you raised your eyes, you could see the windows of the palace marvelously painted by the changes of weather."
"You know all the secrets of Venice!"
"Not all yet."
"How warm it is here! See how tall those cedars are. There is a swallow's nest hanging on that limb."
"The swallows went away very late this year."