So long as she had been free to choose, she had esteemed him: but from the moment she was forced to marry him she had detested him.

Rowland read in the young man's elastic Italian mask a profound consciousness of all this; and as he found there also a record of other curious things--of pride, of temper, of bigotry, of an immense heritage of more or less aggressive traditions--he reflected that the matrimonial conjunction of his two companions might be sufficiently prolific in incident.
"You are going to Naples ?" Rowland said to the prince by way of conversation.
"We are going to Paris," Christina interposed, slowly and softly.
"We are going to London.

We are going to Vienna.

We are going to St.
Petersburg." Prince Casamassima dropped his eyes and fretted the earth with the point of his umbrella.

While he engaged Rowland's attention Christina turned away.