They would spend the day in the launch, she decided, going whither they wished, stopping here to pick gentians, going there under the shadow of trees--landing where and when they desired--even sleeping at Flüclen if the fancy took them to. Anna was sent on with their things in case this contingency occurred. And earth, water and sky seemed smiling them a welcome.
Just before they started, Dmitry, after the gentlest tap, noiselessly entered Paul's room. Paul was selecting some cigars from a box, and looked up in surprise as the stately servant cautiously closed the door.
"Yes, Dmitry, what is it?" he said half impatiently.
Dmitry advanced, and now Paul saw that he carried something in his hand. He bowed low with his usual courtly respect. Then he stammered a little as he began to speak.
The substance of his sentence, Paul gathered, was that the Excellency would not be inconveniencing himself too much, he hoped, if he would consent to carry this pistol. A very good pistol, he assured him, which would take but little room.
Paul's surprise deepened. Carry a pistol in peaceful Switzerland! It seemed too absurd.
But Dmitry would give no decided answer, only that it was wiser, when away from one's home and out with a lady, never to go unarmed. Real anxiety peeped from his cautious grey eyes.
Did Paul know how to shoot? And would he be pardoned for asking the Excellency such a question?--but in England, he heard, they dealt little with revolvers--and this was a point to be assured of.
Yes, Paul knew how to shoot! The idea made him laugh. But now he came to think of it, he had not had great practice with a revolver, and might not do so well as with a gun or rifle. But the whole thing seemed so absurd, he did not think it of much consequence.
"Of course I'll take it to please you, Dmitry," he said, "though I wish you would tell me why."
However, Dmitry escaped from the room without further words, his finger upon his lips.
The lady was looking more exquisitely white than usual; she wore soft pale mauve, and appeared in Paul's eyes a thing of joy.
When they were seated on the launch in their chairs, she let him hold her hand, but she did not talk much at first; only now he understood her silences, and did not worry over them--so great a teacher is love to quicken the perception of man.