"Rupert," Dolly spoke after a long silence, "do you know where my father is?"
"Can't say I do. I could give a pretty fair guess, though, if you asked me."
"Could you take me to him?"
"Take you to him!" exclaimed the young man, starting.
"Can you find the way? Where is it?"
"I've been there often enough," said Rupert.
"What place is it?"
"The queerest place you ever saw. Do you recollect Mr. St. Leger telling us once about wine-shops in Venice? You and he were talking"——
"Yes, yes, I remember. Is it one of those? Not a café?"
"Not a café at all; neither a café nor a trattoria. Just a wine-shop. Nothing in it but wine casks, and the mugs or jugs of white and blue crockery that they draw the wine into; it's the most ridiculous place altogether I ever was in. I haven't been in it now, that's a fact."