“Oh, exactly! And what has caused this extraordinary change in you? Running out stark naked in the rain, and playing Bacchante? Desire for sensation, or the anticipation of going to Venice?”

“Both! Do you think it is horrid of me to be so thrilled at going off?” she said.

“Rather horrid to show it so plainly.”

“Then I’ll hide it.”

“Oh, don’t trouble! You almost communicate a thrill to me. I almost feel that it is I who am going off.”

“Well, why don’t you come?”