Soon she would see Gino again, and discover whether the man who lived in her head had any reality. If he did, then the thing she feared most might happen, and she would be transported back to a discarded personality, becoming again the woman who was in love with him.

But she longed not to be that woman. The thought that it might happen was like seeing a cage close around her.

And yet another part of her heart yearned to feel again the innocent love and delight she had known then, when the world was a happier, simpler place.

She fell asleep hoping that tonight her dreams would give her some guidance, but this time there was only darkness.

Franco and Serafina descended again next morning, complete with servants to make the Palazzo Bagnelli ‘suitable’, as they saw it. Pietro had taken the precaution of telephoning his country estate and summoning some of his own servants who had worked there before. They arrived like an opposing army, ready to take charge.

Arguments followed. Minna waded into battle, swearing vengeance on anyone who touched a vase or cleaned a tile without her express permission. Celia, armed and dangerous, stood at the door to the kitchen ready to repel invaders. But Franco’s cook had a tact and charm that won her over, and peace was soon established.

‘I left Celia showing the assistant cooks around the cupboards,’ Pietro said to Minna in a quiet moment late that afternoon. ‘Thank heavens that’s settled.’

‘But there’s a great deal that isn’t settled, signore,’ Minna informed him, a martial light in her eye. ‘Let me tell you-’

‘It’ll have to wait, I’m afraid. Time’s getting on and I have to go out. Do you know where Ruth is?’

‘She went out half an hour ago.’

‘Out? Did she say where?’

‘No, signore, but I saw her turn to cross the Rialto Bridge.’

Then she was heading for the railway station, Pietro realised. She’d said she would prefer to go alone, and she’d simply slipped away while he was occupied.

Franco appeared. ‘Pietro, my friend-’

‘Not now,’ Pietro said hurriedly and headed for the door.

‘But this is important.’

‘So is this.’

He made his escape before Franco could stop him, running out of the house, over the Rialto Bridge, then plunging into the rabbit warren of calles that would lead him to the railway station on the extreme edge of Venice.

As he ran he cursed her: stupid woman, obstinate woman, he’d told her it was better if he came too. Why couldn’t she see that?

But she’d never been sensible. After the first day when she’d been only half-alive, she’d done things her own way, no matter what he said, accepting as little of his protection as she could manage, and always ready to tease and infuriate him, to keep him at a careful distance.

And that was the clue to her state of mind. This meeting with Gino was more important than she let on, and when he thought of how many ways it could go wrong, his blood ran cold. He wished now that he’d warned her about Gino’s attitude.

Or perhaps it didn’t matter. Perhaps, with the first look, all trouble would be swept away. He’d find them locked in each other’s arms, and that would be the end of that. He would go his way, she would go hers, with Gino, and it would be as though she had never come into his life.

She’d once warned him that she would soon be gone, but she’d been talking about Toni, and he hadn’t understood the message.

Now the station was in sight. All he had to do was go in and search for her.

But something had happened to his limbs and he couldn’t move.

There wasn’t a train at exactly five-thirty but one was due ten minutes later, so Ruth settled herself to wait. It was vital to be sensible. Even if it went well, nothing was going to happen today. They probably wouldn’t even recognise each other.

Yet her heart still beat with anticipation. Whatever the present might be, she had loved Gino passionately, and he was about to come back into her life.

Outside the station the world was dark. Ruth stood at the end of the platform watching the lights stream out over the two-mile causeway to the mainland, cars on one side, trains on the other. For the moment the line was empty.

But then a light began to move along it, heading for Venice, growing larger. Ruth’s breath was coming so fast that she almost choked. She could see the train clearly now, details coming into view as it neared the station. She couldn’t move.

As it came to a halt, doors were already opening. She searched the faces, looking for Gino’s, but she couldn’t see him. Suddenly she was desperate. How could she have overlooked him when his features were imprinted on her mind? People were beginning to stream past her. She raced to the other end of the platform so that he would have to pass her to leave the station.

Then it was all over. Everyone was gone, and none of them was Gino.

She stood still, pulling herself together, until she could force herself to move to the side where there was a seat. A man in the uniform of a railway employee asked if she was all right.

‘That was the Milan train, wasn’t it?’ she asked.

‘Oh, no, signorina. The Milan train is late today. It should be here in another ten minutes, on the next platform.’

The haze cleared. She was alive again.

She moved to the adjoining platform and, to give herself something to think of, concentrated on a poster advertising the coming carnival, due to start soon. For eleven days the revellers would dance, sing, eat too much, drink too much and indulge in whatever took their fancy. The last day of Carnival was the day before Ash Wednesday, and the pleasure would explode in a riot of extravagant jollity. Then Lent would begin, six weeks of abstinence and self-discipline.

‘It’s not too bad at first,’ Gino had said. ‘You start off so bloated with the things you enjoyed in Carnival that you’re glad to have a rest from them. But then-’ He’d shivered in mock horror.

Last year she’d seen only two days of festivities before it had been time to go home. For those days they had sung and danced and loved. And now it was Carnival again.

But he would be here at any moment. Already she could see the train in the distance, slowly approaching across the causeway. She positioned herself where she couldn’t miss him and waited.

After a few moments the dread began to rise in her again. He wasn’t here. She searched every face but not one of them was his.

But that wasn’t possible. He had said he would be here. She began to run down the platform, desperately seeking the one man who could bring her nightmare to an end. Twice she reached out and stopped someone, but it wasn’t Gino. People turned to stare at her, but she couldn’t give up.

She had reached the end of the train. There was nothing to do but turn and go back, so she did, walking slowly as the full extent of the disaster dawned on her. Now she knew why Pietro had wanted to be with her. He’d known that something like this might happen, and he didn’t want her to face it alone.

She stopped, with no energy to go further. All the defiant courage she had thrown against her troubles had come to nothing. She was no further forward than she had ever been, and she wanted to bang her head against the wall.

But then something made her look up and see the man standing watching her from a distance. He moved towards her and at the same moment she began to run, full of joy and relief, faster and faster until she could see his face clearly and know that it was the one face of all others that she needed at this moment.

He hadn’t failed her. In her heart she had always known that he would be there. A cry broke from her as she ran into Pietro’s arms and felt them close powerfully about her.

CHAPTER NINE

FOR a long time neither moved, just stood still, clasping each other, tightly. Ruth was possessed by a storm of relief. Pietro too was relieved, but also confused and troubled.

He heard her muffled exclamation of, ‘Oh thank goodness! If you hadn’t come I don’t know what I’d have done.’

‘Well, I’m here,’ he said.

He spoke cautiously because he was afflicted by doubt. Did she know which man was holding her? Her joy as she rushed along the shadowy platform, the way she’d hurled herself at him, even her words, all these could have been for Gino as much as for himself. It was vital to know.

‘Ruth,’ he said, his mouth close to her hair. ‘Ruth, look at me.’

‘Give me a moment,’ he heard in a muffled voice. ‘I just want to hold you.’

But he could bear the tension no longer. ‘No, look at me. You must.’

She raised her head, looking at him, and he searched her eyes, waiting for the moment of shock when she recognised him. But it didn’t happen. She was smiling at the sight of his face.

She’d known it was him all the time. The relief was overwhelming.

‘Thank you for coming,’ she said. ‘You were right.’

‘Hasn’t Gino arrived?’ he asked gently.

‘No, that was the Milan train, but he isn’t on it. I suppose he changed his mind. You knew he would, didn’t you?’

‘I guessed it was possible. I just wanted to be here in case he did.’

‘Isn’t it time I stood on my own feet?’ she asked shakily.

‘Even someone standing on their own feet sometimes needs a hand to hold on to.’

From somewhere came the shrill sound of a cell phone. With a groan Pietro reached into his pocket and drew it out. Then he shouted, ‘Gino! Where the hell are you?’

‘Look, I’m sorry,’ came Gino’s tinny voice. ‘Something happened and I missed the train.’

‘You amaze me,’ Pietro said with loathing. ‘So catch the next one.’

‘That’ll have to be tomorrow. Or perhaps the day after. I’ll call you. Look, I’m really sorry-’

‘Like hell you are! I think you should apologise to Ruth yourself.’

But Gino acted fast, so that Pietro heard him hang up before he could hand the phone to Ruth.

Pietro began to swear fiercely. Ruth listened with half her mind, trying to understand that Gino had backed out deliberately, leaving her still stranded in the desert. It was hard when she’d thought that time might be coming to an end. She tried to understand her own feelings but there was only dismay and emptiness.

‘I’m going to murder him,’ Pietro vowed.

‘You’ll have to find him first,’ Ruth said with a wan little smile. ‘I don’t think that’s going to be easy.’

‘Ruth, I’m so sorry. If there was something I could do…’

‘There is,’ she said, going into his arms again. ‘This is as good as a tonic.’

‘Anytime you want.’

He drew her close in a bear hug and hid his face against her hair.

From nearby there was a shout. A cheerful man’s voice yelled, ‘There you are, folks! Wherever you look, there are lovers. That’s Venice for you!’

They ignored this, not realising that it related to them. But suddenly a crowd of young people was streaming around them, giving good-natured whistles.

‘Oh, no!’ Pietro groaned.

There were six youngsters, all in their late teens, wearing funny hats and out for a good time. One young man, just a little older and wearing a jester’s cap, positioned himself to give a lecture, speaking English.

‘A classic example of the species, ladies and gentlemen. He’s come to meet her train, the train is late, they fly into each other’s arms. Love triumphs, as always.’

‘Beat it!’ Pietro told him.

The jester was shocked.

‘Sir, we are here in the spirit of Carnival. In fact, we are spirits of Carnival-’

‘And I’ll bet “spirits” is the right word,’ Ruth declared, trying not to laugh.

‘A small libation to while away the train journey,’ the jester conceded. ‘All right, two small libations, which have merely sharpened our intellect. Now we require only to see the completion of the process-’

‘What completion?’ Pietro demanded.

‘A true love scene ends with a kiss. Only then can we be on our way, seeking new examples of amore.’

‘Have them on me,’ Pietro said, producing a wad of notes and tossing them into the air where they were eagerly seized. ‘Now be off.’

‘But you haven’t kissed the lady,’ cried the jester, aghast.

The others took up the refrain, dancing around them, crying, ‘Kiss, kiss!’

Pietro looked daggers, but Ruth could no longer contain her mirth. Watching her explode with laughter, feeling the vibration of her whole body against his, he felt her smile invade him, take him over, join him to her. The next moment he was joined to her in body as well as in spirit, his arm beneath her neck, his mouth on hers.

Ruth closed her eyes, not sure that this was happening, and only now understanding how much she’d wanted it to happen. The kiss she’d given him on the first night was still with her, reawakened now, a thousand times more intense.