At the top was a wrought-iron door, and through it shone a flood
of electric light.
"Ecco," said Domenico, lithely running up the last few steps
ahead and pushing the door open.
And there they were, arrived; and it was San Salvatore; and their
suit-cases were waiting for them; and they had not been murdered.
They looked at each other's white faces and blinking eyes very
solemnly.
It was a great, a wonderful moment. Here they were, in their
mediaeval castle at last. Their feet touched its stones.
Mrs. Wilkins put her arm round Mrs. Arbuthnot's neck and kissed
her.
"The first thing to happen in this house," she said softly,
solemnly, "shall be a kiss."
"Dear Lotty," said Mrs. Arbuthnot.
"Dear Rose," said Mrs. Wilkins, her eyes brimming with gladness.
Domenico was delighted. He liked to see beautiful ladies kiss.
He made them a most appreciative speech of welcome, and they stood arm
in arm, holding each other up, for they were very tired, blinking
smilingly at him, and not understanding a word.
Chapter 6
When Mrs. Wilkins woke next morning she lay in bed a few minutes
before getting up and opening the shutters. What would she see out of
her window? A shining world, or a world of rain? But it would be
beautiful; whatever it was would be beautiful.
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