may try to drink--if
she can--a few drops from the cup of a great poet's inspiration. At
first I resented those two ample, richly clad, prosaic backs marching
sturdily toward the magic fountain; then suddenly the back of Sir Samuel
became pathetic in my eyes. Hadn't he, I asked myself, loved his Emily
("Emmie, pet," as I've heard him call her) as long and faithfully as
Petrarch loved his Laura? Perhaps, after all, he had earned the right to
visit this shrine.

Rocks shut out from our sight the distant fountain, and the last
windings of the path that led to it, clasping the secret with great
stone arms, like those of an Othello jealously guarding his young wife's
beauty from eyes profane.

"Aren't you going now?" asked my brother, with a certain wistfulness.

"Ye-es. But what about you?"

"Oh, I've been here before, you know."

"Don't you believe in second times? Or is a second time always second
best?"

"Not when--Of course I want to go. But I can't leave the car alone."

My eyes wandered toward the inn door. "There's a boy there who looks as
if he were born to be a watch-dog," said I, basely tempting him.
"Couldn't you--"

"No, I couldn't," he said decidedly. "At a place like this, where there
are a lot of tourists about, it wouldn't be right. It was different at
Valescure, when I took you in to lunch."

"You mean I mustn't make that a precedent."

"I don't mean anything conceited."

"But you won't desert Mr. Micawber. I believe I shall name the car
Micawber! Well, then, I must go by myself--and if I should fall into the
fountain and be drowned--"

"Don't talk nonsense, and don't do anything foolish," said Mr. Dane,
sternly, whereupon I turned my back upon him, and plunged into the cool
shadows of the gorge. The great white cliff of limestone was my goal,
and always it towered ahead, as I followed the narrow pathway above the
singing water. I sighed as I paused to look at a garden which maybe once
was Petrarch's, for it was sad to find my way to fairyland, alone. Even
a brother's company would have been better than none, I thought!

Soon I met my master and mistress coming back.

There was nothing much to see, said her ladyship, sharply, and I mustn't
be long; but Sir Samuel ventured to plead with her.

"Let the girl have ten minutes or so, if she likes, dear," said he.
"We'll be wanting a cup of hot coffee at the inn. And it is a pretty
place." There was something in his voice which told me that he