Roderick having now no pretext for not being her cicerone, Rowland was no longer at liberty, as he had been in Rome, to propose frequent excursions to her.

Roderick's own invitations, however, were not frequent, and Rowland more than once ventured to introduce her to a gallery or a church.

These expeditions were not so blissful, to his sense, as the rambles they had taken together in Rome, for his companion only half surrendered herself to her enjoyment, and seemed to have but a divided attention at her command.
Often, when she had begun with looking intently at a picture, her silence, after an interval, made him turn and glance at her.

He usually found that if she was looking at the picture still, she was not seeing it.

Her eyes were fixed, but her thoughts were wandering, and an image more vivid than any that Raphael or Titian had drawn had superposed itself upon the canvas.