Once they both dressed, Elena slipped her arm around Charles' waist and led him down to the lake.Humberto had laid Marianne on a grassy knoll.At first glance, she looked so peaceful, as if simply asleep, but her wet strands of hair and her chalk white flesh attested to her fate.Humberto had been standing watch over the body, his battered hat in his hands, his fingers working the brim around and around in his anxious state.Elena said something to him in Italian and he answered back in ...