Was this justice, in Miss Garland, or was it mercy?
The answer would have been difficult, for she had almost let Rowland feel before leaving Rome that she liked him well enough to forgive him an injury.

It was partly, Rowland fancied, that there were occasional lapses, deep and sweet, in her sense of injury.

When, on arriving at Florence, she saw the place Rowland had brought them to in their trouble, she had given him a look and said a few words to him that had seemed not only a remission of guilt but a positive reward.
This happened in the court of the villa--the large gray quadrangle, overstretched, from edge to edge of the red-tiled roof, by the soft Italian sky.

Mary had felt on the spot the sovereign charm of the place; it was reflected in her deeply intelligent glance, and Rowland immediately accused himself of not having done the villa justice.

Miss Garland took a mighty fancy to Florence, and used to look down wistfully at the towered city from the windows and garden.