As they passed the Palazzo Ugochini, she looked up at the closed windows of the first floor; then almost immediately she turned to her companion.
"Mr. Barnard," she said suddenly, "I want to ask you a question. I want you to explain something."
And Barnard, closely studious of her demeanour, felt insensibly that her mood had changed—that, by a fine connection of suggestions, she was not the same being who had stepped into the gondola from the hotel steps. With a genial movement, he bent his head.
"Command me!" he said.
Before replying, she took another swift glance at the closed windows; then she turned again and met his eyes.
"Tell me why this friend of Lady Frances Hope's is called 'Sir Galahad'?"
He smiled.
"Gore?" he said with slightly amused surprise. "I didn't know you were interested in Gore."
"I am not. But please tell me. I want to know!"
His smile broadened.