The Monday following Easter week dawned clear and bright again. Marcia opened her eyes to a bar of sunlight streaming in at the eastern window, and the first sound that greeted her was a joyful chorus of bird-voices. She sat up and viewed the weather with a sense of re-awakened life, feeling as if her perplexities had somehow vanished with the rain. She was no nearer making up her mind than she had been the day before, but she was quite contented to let it stay unmade a little longer. The sound of horses' hoofs beneath her window told her that her uncle had started for the station. When he was away and there were no guests in the house, Marcia and Mrs. Copley usually had the first breakfast served in their rooms. Accordingly, as she heard her uncle gallop off, she made a leisurely toilet, and then ate her coffee and rolls and marmalade at a little table set on the balcony. It was late when she joined her aunt on the loggia.
Mrs. Copley looked up from an intricate piece of embroidery. 'Good morning, Marcia,' she said, returning her niece's greeting. 'Yes, isn't it a relief to see some sunshine again!--I have a surprise for you,' she added.
'A surprise?' asked Marcia. 'My birthday isn't coming for two weeks. But never mind; surprises are always welcome. What is it?'
'It isn't a very big surprise; just a tiny one to break the monotony of these four days of rain. I had a note from Mrs. Royston this morning. It should have come yesterday, only it was so wet that Angelo didn't go for the mail.' She paused to rummage through the basket of silks. 'I thought it was here, but no matter. She says that owing to these dreadful riots they have changed all their plans. They have entirely given up Naples, and are going north instead, on a little trip of a week or so to Assisi and Perugia. She wrote to say good-bye and to tell me that they would get back to Rome in time for your party; though they are afraid they can't spend more than two or three days with us then, as the change of plan involves some hurry. They leave on Wednesday.'
'That is too bad,' said Marcia, and with the words she uttered a sigh of relief. Paul would go with them, probably; or, at any rate, she need not see him; it would postpone the difficulty. 'But where is the surprise?' she inquired.