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The
Villa
Esmeralda
was
quite
a
long
way
out
,
on
the
edge
of
the
lagoon
looking
towards
Chioggia
.
It
was
not
a
very
old
house
,
and
pleasant
,
with
the
terraces
looking
seawards
,
and
below
,
quite
a
big
garden
with
dark
trees
,
walled
in
from
the
lagoon
.
Their
host
was
a
heavy
,
rather
coarse
Scotchman
who
had
made
a
good
fortune
in
Italy
before
the
war
,
and
had
been
knighted
for
his
ultrapatriotism
during
the
war
.
His
wife
was
a
thin
,
pale
,
sharp
kind
of
person
with
no
fortune
of
her
own
,
and
the
misfortune
of
having
to
regulate
her
husband
’
s
rather
sordid
amorous
exploits
.
He
was
terribly
tiresome
with
the
servants
.
But
having
had
a
slight
stroke
during
the
winter
,
he
was
now
more
manageable
.
The
house
was
pretty
full
.
Besides
Sir
Malcolm
and
his
two
daughters
,
there
were
seven
more
people
,
a
Scotch
couple
,
again
with
two
daughters
;
a
young
Italian
Contessa
,
a
widow
;
a
young
Georgian
prince
,
and
a
youngish
English
clergyman
who
had
had
pneumonia
and
was
being
chaplain
to
Sir
Alexander
for
his
health
’
s
sake
.
The
prince
was
penniless
,
good
-
looking
,
would
make
an
excellent
chauffeur
,
with
the
necessary
impudence
,
and
basta
!
The
Contessa
was
a
quiet
little
puss
with
a
game
on
somewhere
.
The
clergyman
was
a
raw
simple
fellow
from
a
Bucks
vicarage
:
luckily
he
had
left
his
wife
and
two
children
at
home
.
And
the
Guthries
,
the
family
of
four
,
were
good
solid
Edinburgh
middle
class
,
enjoying
everything
in
a
solid
fashion
,
and
daring
everything
while
risking
nothing
.
Connie
and
Hilda
ruled
out
the
prince
at
once
.
The
Guthries
were
more
or
less
their
own
sort
,
substantial
,
but
boring
:
and
the
girls
wanted
husbands
.
The
chaplain
was
not
a
bad
fellow
,
but
too
deferential
.
Sir
Alexander
,
after
his
slight
stroke
,
had
a
terrible
heaviness
his
joviality
,
but
he
was
still
thrilled
at
the
presence
of
so
many
handsome
young
women
.
Lady
Cooper
was
a
quiet
,
catty
person
who
had
a
thin
time
of
it
,
poor
thing
,
and
who
watched
every
other
woman
with
a
cold
watchfulness
that
had
become
her
second
nature
,
and
who
said
cold
,
nasty
little
things
which
showed
what
an
utterly
low
opinion
she
had
of
all
human
nature
.
She
was
also
quite
venomously
overbearing
with
the
servants
,
Connie
found
:
but
in
a
quiet
way
.
And
she
skilfully
behaved
so
that
Sir
Alexander
should
think
that
he
was
lord
and
monarch
of
the
whole
caboosh
,
with
his
stout
,
would
-
be
-
genial
paunch
,
and
his
utterly
boring
jokes
,
his
humourosity
,
as
Hilda
called
it
.
Sir
Malcolm
was
painting
.
Yes
,
he
still
would
do
a
Venetian
lagoonscape
,
now
and
then
,
in
contrast
to
his
Scottish
landscapes
.
So
in
the
morning
he
was
rowed
off
with
a
huge
canvas
,
to
his
’
site
’
.
A
little
later
,
Lady
Cooper
would
he
rowed
off
into
the
heart
of
the
city
,
with
sketching
-
block
and
colours
.
She
was
an
inveterate
watercolour
painter
,
and
the
house
was
full
of
rose
-
coloured
palaces
,
dark
canals
,
swaying
bridges
,
medieval
facades
,
and
so
on
.
A
little
later
the
Guthries
,
the
prince
,
the
countess
,
Sir
Alexander
,
and
sometimes
Mr
Lind
,
the
chaplain
,
would
go
off
to
the
Lido
,
where
they
would
bathe
;
coming
home
to
a
late
lunch
at
half
past
one
.
The
house
-
party
,
as
a
house
-
party
,
was
distinctly
boring
.
But
this
did
not
trouble
the
sisters
.
They
were
out
all
the
time
.
Their
father
took
them
to
the
exhibition
,
miles
and
miles
of
weary
paintings
.
He
took
them
to
all
the
cronies
of
his
in
the
Villa
Lucchese
,
he
sat
with
them
on
warm
evenings
in
the
piazza
,
having
got
a
table
at
Florian
’
s
:
he
took
them
to
the
theatre
,
to
the
Goldoni
plays
.
There
were
illuminated
water
-
fetes
,
there
were
dances
.
This
was
a
holiday
-
place
of
all
holiday
-
places
.
The
Lido
,
with
its
acres
of
sun
-
pinked
or
pyjamaed
bodies
,
was
like
a
strand
with
an
endless
heap
of
seals
come
up
for
mating
.
Too
many
people
in
the
piazza
,
too
many
limbs
and
trunks
of
humanity
on
the
Lido
,
too
many
gondolas
,
too
many
motor
-
launches
,
too
many
steamers
,
too
many
pigeons
,
too
many
ices
,
too
many
cocktails
,
too
many
menservants
wanting
tips
,
too
many
languages
rattling
,
too
much
,
too
much
sun
,
too
much
smell
of
Venice
,
too
many
cargoes
of
strawberries
,
too
many
silk
shawls
,
too
many
huge
,
raw
-
beef
slices
of
watermelon
on
stalls
:
too
much
enjoyment
,
altogether
far
too
much
enjoyment
!
Connie
and
Hilda
went
around
in
their
sunny
frocks
.
There
were
dozens
of
people
they
knew
,
dozens
of
people
knew
them
.
Michaelis
turned
up
like
a
bad
penny
.
’
Hullo
!
Where
you
staying
?
Come
and
have
an
ice
-
cream
or
something
!
Come
with
me
somewhere
in
my
gondola
.
’
Even
Michaelis
almost
sun
-
burned
:
though
sun
-
cooked
is
more
appropriate
to
the
look
of
the
mass
of
human
flesh
.
