ly. The wine is pure, and sold at a reasonable rate. Gentlemen
go, of course--if they know where to go."

Dolly's heart sank. In Venice this!--where she had hoped to have her
father with her safe. She had known there was wine enough to be had in
hotels; but that, she knew too, costs money, if people will have it
good; and Mr. Copley liked no other. But cheap wine-shops, "if you know
where to go,"--therefore retired and comparatively private
places,--were _those_ to be found in Venice, the goal of her hopes?
Dolly's cheeks grew perceptibly pale.

"What is the matter, Miss Dolly?" Lawrence asked, watching her. But
Dolly could not answer; and she thought he knew, besides.

"There is no harm in pure wine," he went on.

Dolly flashed a look at him upon that, a most involuntary, innocent
look; yet one which he would have worked half a day for if it could
have been obtained so. It was eloquent, it was brilliant, it was
tender; it carried a fiery appeal against the truth of his words, and
at the same time a most moving deprecation of his acting in consonance
with them. She dared not speak plainer, and she could not have spoken
plainer, if she had talked for an hour. Lawrence would have urged
further his view of the subject, but that look stopped him. Indeed, the
beauty of it put for the moment the occasion of it out of his head.

Thanks to Rupert's efficient agency, they were able to spend that night
at Utrecht, and the next day went on. It seemed to Dolly that every
hour was separating her further from her father; which to be sure
literally was true; nevertheless she had to give herself up to the
witchery of that drive. The varied beauty, and the constant novelty on
every hand, were a perpetual entertainment. Mrs. Copley even forgot
herself and her grievances in looking out of the carriage windows;
indeed, the only trouble she gave was in her frequent changing places
with Dolly to secure now this and now that view.

"We haven't got such roads in Massachusetts," remarked Rupert. "This is
what I call first-rate going."

"Have you got such anything else there?" Lawrence inquired smoothly.

"Not such land, I'm bound to say."

"No," said Dolly, "this is not in the least like Massachusetts, in
anything. O mother, look at those cattle! why there must be thousands
of them; how beautiful! You would not find such an immense level green
plain in Massachusetts, Mr. St. Leger. I never saw such a one anywhere."

Mrs. Copley took