of rapid motion lent a thrill of pleasure to every
breath she drew. It was no matter what she said;
it was as though she spoke unconsciously. All
seemed predestined and foreplanned from all time,
to be acted out to the end. The past vanished
slowly as a retreating landscape. The weary traveller,
exhausted with the heat of the scorching Campagna,
slowly climbs the ascent towards Tivoli, the haven
of cool waters, and pausing now and then upon the
path, looks back and sees how the dreary waste of
undulating hillocks beneath him seems gradually to
subside into a dim flat plain, while, in the far distance,
the mighty domes and towers of Rome dwindle to an
unreal mirage in the warm haze of the western sky;
then advancing again, he feels the breath of the mountains
upon him, and hears the fresh plunge of the cold cataract,
till at last, when his strength is almost failing,
it is renewed within him, and the dust and the heat
of the day’s journey are forgotten in the fulness
of refreshment. So Corona d’Astrardente,
wearied though not broken by the fatigues and the
troubles and the temptations of the past five years,
seemed suddenly to be taken up and borne swiftly through
the gardens of an earthly paradise, where there was
neither care nor temptation, and where, in the cool
air of a new life, the one voice she loved was ever
murmuring gentle things to her willing ear.
As the road began to ascend, sweeping round the base
of the mountain and upwards by even gradations upon
its southern flank, the sun rose higher in the heavens,
and the locusts broke into their summer song among
the hedges with that even, long-drawn, humming note,
so sweet to southern ears. But Corona did not
feel the heat, nor notice the dust upon the way; she
was in a new state, wherein such things could not trouble
her. The first embarrassment of a renewed intimacy
was fast disappearing, and she talked easily to Giovanni
of many things, reviewing past scenes and speaking
of mutual acquaintances, turning the conversation when
it concerned Giovanni or herself too directly, yet
ever and again coming back to that sweet ground which
was no longer dangerous now. At last, at a turn
in the road, the grim towers of ancient Saracinesca
loomed in the distance, and the carriage entered a
vast forest of chestnut trees, shady and cool after
the sunny ascent. So they reached the castle,
and the sturdy horses sprang wildly forward up the
last incline till their hoofs struck noisily upon
the flagstones of the bridge, and with a rush and a
plunge they dashed under the black archway, and halted
in the broad court beyond.