on him. So it disconcerted us when he bounded back with an armful of flowering acanthus, calling out:
"Do you suppose Gennaro'll be there when we get back?"
Gennaro was the stop-gap waiter, a clumsy, impertinent fisher-lad, who had been had up from Minori in the absence of the nice English-speaking Emmanuele. It was to him that we owed our scrappy lunch; and I could not conceive why Eustace desired to see him, unless it was to make mock with him of our behaviour.
"Yes, of course he will be there," said Miss Robinson. "Why do you ask, dear?"
"Oh, I thought I'd like to see him."
"And why?" snapped Mr. Sandbach.
"Because, because I do, I do; because, because I do." He danced away into the darkening wood to the rhythm of his words.
"This is very extraordinary," said Mr. Sandbach. "Did he like Gennaro before?"
"Gennaro has only been here two days," said Rose, "and I know that they haven't spoken to each other a dozen times."
Each time Eustace returned from the wood his spirits were higher. Once he came whooping down on us as a wild Indian, and another
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