Mr. Redmayne was in the highest spirits and delighted to be home
again. He knew nothing about Peter's operations and cared less. His
visit to England was spent at London, where he had renewed
acquaintance with certain book collectors, seen and handled many
precious things, and surprised and gratified himself to observe his
own physical energies and enterprise.
"I am still wonderfully strong, Jenny," he told his niece. "I have
been most active in mind and body and am by no means so far down the
hill of old age, that ends by the River of Lethe, as I imagined."
He made a good meal, and then, despite the long night in the train,
insisted on sending for a boat and crossing the water to Bellagio.
"I have a present for my Poggi," he said, "and I cannot sleep until
I hear his voice and hold his hand."
Ernesto went for a waterman and soon a boat waited at the steps,
which descended from Mr. Redmayne's private apartments to the lake.
He rowed away and Brendon, who had come to see Doria and found to
his surprise that Redmayne and Peter were back again, anticipated
some private hours with Mr.
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