Singleton seemed to feel that Buffalo had marked him for her own; he was afraid he should not see Rome again for many a year.
"So you expect to live at Buffalo ?" Rowland asked sympathetically.
"Well, it will depend upon the views--upon the attitude--of my family," Singleton replied.

"Oh, I think I shall get on; I think it can be done.
If I find it can be done, I shall really be quite proud of it; as an artist of course I mean, you know.

Do you know I have some nine hundred sketches?
I shall live in my portfolio.

And so long as one is not in Rome, pray what does it matter where one is?
But how I shall envy all you Romans--you and Mr.Gloriani, and Mr.Hudson, especially!" "Don't envy Hudson; he has nothing to envy." Singleton grinned at what he considered a harmless jest.

"Yes, he 's going to be the great man of our time! And I say, Mr.Mallet, is n't it a mighty comfort that it 's we who have turned him out ?" "Between ourselves," said Rowland, "he has disappointed me." Singleton stared, open-mouthed.