Ifearedyouwouldrepentyouofyourchoice。”
Seriousasthechoicehadbeen，Lucydidnotrepent。Yesterdayhadbeenamuddle——queerandodd，thekindofthingonecouldnotwritedowneasilyonpaper——butshehadafeelingthatCharlotteandhershoppingwerepreferabletoGeorgeEmersonandthesummitoftheTorredelGallo。Sinceshecouldnotunravelthetangle，shemusttakecarenottore-enterit。ShecouldprotestsincerelyagainstMissBartlett\'sinsinuations。
Butthoughshehadavoidedthechiefactor，thesceneryunfortunatelyremained。Charlotte，withthecomplacencyoffate，ledherfromtherivertothePiazzaSignoria。Shecouldnothavebelievedthatstones，aLoggia，afountain，apalacetower，wouldhavesuchsignificance。Foramomentsheunderstoodthenatureofghosts。
Theexactsiteofthemurderwasoccupied，notbyaghost，butbyMissLavish，whohadthemorningnewspaperinherhand。Shehailedthembriskly。Thedreadfulcatastropheofthepreviousdayhadgivenheranideawhichshethoughtwouldworkupintoabook。
\"Oh，letmecongratulateyou!\"saidMissBartlett。\"Afteryourdespairofyesterday!Whatafortunatething!\"