"Why haven't you written in all these weeks?" cried Muriel reproachfully, after the first exchange of greetings.
"How could I without your address?"
"Didn't I give you our banker's?"
"Indeed you did not; but you might have written to me."
"Indeed I hadn't the slightest idea how to reach you. But no matter, I hope you will be in Venice a week at least."
"Yes, indeed; and here is Marion Horton. You remember him."
At this moment Mademoiselle Potin came forward from the shade of one of the arcades in front of the shops, where she had been watching Muriel, and while Marion talked with her politely for a few minutes, Muriel, speaking in an undertone, said, "How much brighter Marion Horton looks. And is it possible that he goes about with you? He was generally so glum and unsocial on the ship. He looks stronger now, too."
"Oh, Aunt Caroline says he has gained in every way, and lately we have been travelling with a Mrs. Sanford and her son and daughter and——"
"Richard and Ellen? Oh, I know them quite well."