“Hut we have vowed a vow,” 1 said,
"that the interior of churches, picture
galleries, and other tourist traps shall
know us no more.”
hat makes Iho best men break
their vows?”
“Lots of things, 1 suppose."
“Hut one thing in particular. Whilst
you aro staring up at pinnacles and
buttresses, and trying to look as if you
knew architecture as well as Buskin,
the fairest of all sights, a beautiful
woman, passes right under your nose.”
“I understand—l absolve you,”
“Thank you. She went into the
church. 1 feel devotional, and will go
loo.”
“But our cigars 3 ”
“Chuck them to the beggars. Be
ware of miserly habits, Hilbert; they
grow on one.”
Knowing that Kenyon was not the
man to abandon a choice Havana with
out a weighty reason, I did as he sug
gested and followed him into the Ui7n
cool shades of San Giovanni.
No service was going on. The usual
little parties of sightseers were yvalkiug
about and looking much impressed as
beauties they could not comprehend
were being pointed out to them. Dotted
about here and there were silent wor
shipers. Kenyon glanced round eager
ly in quest of “the fairest of all sights,”
and after a while discovered her.
“Como this way," he said; “let us
sit down and pretend to bo devout
Catholics. Wo can catch her profile
here.”
I placed myself next to him. and saw
! a few seats from ns an old Italian
woman kneeling and praying fervently,
whilst in a chair at her side sat a girl
of about twenty-two.
