The Eternal City contains three hundred and sixty-five churches, and (say) three million and sixty-five pictures.

I insisted on his seeing them all--at the advanced age of seventy-five years! The sedative result followed, exactly as I had anticipated.

I stupefied good Papa with churches and pictures--and then I tried him with a marble woman to begin with.

He fell asleep before the Venus of the Capitol.

When I saw that, I said to myself, Now he will do; Don Juan is reformed at last.
Lucilla's correspondence with me--at first cheerful--gradually assumed a desponding tone.
Six weeks had passed since her departure from Dimchurch; and still Oscar's letters held out no hope of his being able to join her in London.
His recovery was advancing, but not so rapidly as his medical adviser had anticipated.