Lawrence took her hand and motioned to his gondola.
"Miss Barton——"
Severance smiled, placidly.
"You will miss the midnight train."
The young man halted a moment, and Miss Barton's arm slipped into his fingers.
"Perhaps," he muttered.
"The night will be cool for you," Severance turned to the woman. She wavered a moment.
"You will miss more than the midnight train," Severance added to the young fellow, in a low voice.
Lawrence knelt beside his gondola. He glanced up into the face of the woman above him. "Will you come?" he murmured. She gathered up her dress and stepped firmly into the boat. Severance, left alone on the fondamenta, watched the two. Then he turned back to his gondola. The two boats floated out silently into the Misericordia Canal.
"To the Cimeterio," Miss Barton said. "To the Canale Grande," Severance motioned.