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〃I feel Mr。 Ruskin's wrathful eye upon me；〃 she said； laughing。 〃Now after spending all that time before a Carlo Dolci； we must really go to the Uffizzi and look at Botticelli's 'Fortitude。〃 Brian and I nearly quarreled over it the last time we were there。〃
So they wandered away together through the long galleries； Erica pointing out her favorite pictures and hearing his opinion about them。 And indeed Raeburn was as good a companion as could be wished for in a picture gallery。 The intense development of the critical faculty； which had really been the bane of his existence； came here to his aid for he had a quick eye for all that was beautiful both in art and nature； and wonderfully keen powers of observation。 The refreshment； too； of leaving for a moment his life of excessive toil was great； Erica hoped that he really did find the day； for once； 〃unmitigated pleasure。〃
They went to Santa Croce； they walked through the crowded market； they had a merry dispute about ascending the campanile。
〃Just this one you really must let me try；〃 said Erica； 〃they say it is very easy。〃
〃To people without spines perhaps it may be；〃 said Raeburn。
〃But think of the view from the top；〃 said Erica； 〃and it really won't hurt me。 Now； padre mio； I'm sure it's for the greatest happiness of the greatest number that I should go up！〃
〃It's the old story；〃 said Raeburn； smiling；
'Vain is the hope； by any force or skill； To stem the current of a woman's will； For if she will； she will； you may depend on't； And if she won't； she won't； and there's an end on't。'
However； since this is probably the last time in our lives that we shall have the chance； perhaps； I'll not do the tyrannical father。〃
They had soon climbed the steep staircase and were quite rewarded by the magnificent view from the top； a grand panorama of city and river and green Apennines。 Erica looked northward to Fiesole with a fast…throbbing heart。 Yet it seemed as if half a life time lay between the passion…tossed yesterday and the sad yet peaceful present。 Nor was the feeling a mere delusion； she had indeed in those brief hours lived years of the spirit life。
She did not stay long at that northern parapet； thoughts of her own life or even of Brian's would not do just then。 She had to think of her father； to devote herself to him。 And somehow； though her heart was sad； yet her happiness was real as they tried together to make out the various buildings； and her talk was unrestrained； and even her laughter natural； not forced； for it is possible to those who really love to throw themselves altogether into the life of another； and to lay aside all thought of self。
Once or twice that day she half feared that her father must guess all that had happened。 He was so very careful of her； so considerate； and for Raeburn to be more considerate meant a great deal for in private he was always the most gentle man imaginable。 His opponents； who often regarded him as a sort of 〃fiend in human shape；〃 were strangely mistaken in their estimate of his character。 When treated with discourtesy or unfairness in public； it was true that he hit back again； and hit hard； and； since even in the nineteenth century we are so foolish as to use these weapons against the expression of opinions we deem mischievous； Raeburn had had a great deal of practice in this retaliation。 He was a very proud and a very sensitive man； not blessed with overmuch patience。 But he held his opinions honestly and had suffered much for them； he had a real love for humanity and an almost passionate desire to better his generation。 To such a man it was no light thing to be deemed everything that is vile； like poor Shelley； he found it exceedingly bitter to let 〃murderers and traitors take precedence of him in public opinion。〃 People in general took into account all his harsh utterances （and some of them were very harsh）； but they rarely thought anything about the provocation received； the excessively hard life that this man had lived； the gross personal insults which he had had to put up with； the galling injustice he had had to fight against。 Upon this side of the question they just turned their backs； pooh…poohed it； or； when it was forced upon their notice； said （unanswerable argument！）： 〃It wouldn't be so！〃
When； as they were making the descent； Erica found the strong hand stretched out for hers the moment the way grew dark； when she was warned of the slightest difficulty by； 〃Take care； little one； a narrow step；〃 or； 〃'Tis rather broken here；〃 she almost trembled to think that； in spite of all her efforts； he might have learned how matters really were。 But by and by his serenity reassured her； had he thought that she was in trouble his face would not have been so cloudless。
And in truth Raeburn； spite of his keen observation； never thought for a moment of the true state of the case。 He was a very literal unimaginative man； and having once learned to regard Brian as an old family friend and as his doctor； he never dreamed of regarding him in the light of his daughter's lover。 Also； as is not unfrequently the case when a man has only one child； he never could take in the fact that she was quite grown up。 Even when he read her articles in the 〃Daily Review；〃 or discussed the most weighty topics with her； she was always 〃little son Eric；〃 or his 〃little one。〃 And Erica's unquenchable high spirits served to keep up the delusion。 She would as often as not end a conversation on Darwinism by a romp with Friskarina； or write a very thoughtful article on 〃Scrutin de Liste；〃 and then spring up from her desk and play like any child with an India…rubber ball nominally kept for children visitors。
She managed to tide over those days bravely and even cheerfully for her father's sake。 It was easier when they had left Florence with its overbright and oversad memories。 Peaceful old Verona was more in accordance with her state of mind； and from thence they went to Trento； and over the Brenner； passing Botzen and Brixen in their lovely valley； gaining a brief glimpse of the spire…like Dolomito； and gradually ascending the pass； leaving the river and its yellow reeds； and passing through the rich pasture land where the fields were bright with buttercups and daisies gold and silver of the people's property as Raeburn called them。 Then on once more between crimson and purple porphyry mountains； nearer and nearer to the snowy mountain peaks； and at last； as the day drew to an end； they descended again； and saw down below them in the loveliest of valleys a little town； its white houses suffused by a crimson sunset glow。
〃Innsbruck； madame； Innsbruck！〃 said a fat old Tyrolean man who had been showing them all the beauties of his beloved country throughout the journey。
And； though nothing could ever again have for Erica the sweet glamour of an Italian city； yet she was glad now to have seen the last of that sunny land； and welcomed the homely little place with its matter…of…fact houses and prosperous comfort。 She felt somehow that it would be easier to endure now that she was fairly out of Italy。
The day after their arrival at Innsbruck was Sunday。 There was no English service as yet for