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CONNECTING OBSESSIONS | 15
“We’re not?”
He watched as Mr Saunders looked around. The boat was still heading toward the Grand Canal as it had been earlier. Venice looked much the same.
The man looked back. “I’m sorry, but I don’t follow you.”
“Well, it’s not so much where we are, as when. If my calculations are correct—and I’m sure they are . . .” And he told them.
* * *
The Saunders, once the helmsman explained, were shocked. Well, astounded and incredulous was perhaps a more accurate description. However, since they had actually experienced the event, there was little choice but to accept reality, especially once their companion told them all about himself and his reason for being there, leaving nothing out.
Considering the circumstances, he reckoned they were incredibly unfazed—a typically British reaction, now he came to think about it. That was no doubt helped by the fact that, through a stroke of good fortune, the couple had no living relatives who would miss them—just each other—and as long as they were together, they were happy. Of course, Mrs Saunders also thought that his endeavours to save the girl were so romantic.