Give it the best company, trust it, let it go!" She looked away from him for some moments, down the gorgeous vista of the great church.

"But what you say," she said at last, "means change!" "Change for the better!" cried Rowland.
"How can one tell?
As one stands, one knows the worst.

It seems to me very frightful to develop," she added, with her complete smile.
"One is in for it in one way or another, and one might as well do it with a good grace as with a bad! Since one can't escape life, it is better to take it by the hand." "Is this what you call life ?" she asked.
"What do you mean by 'this' ?" "Saint Peter's--all this splendor, all Rome--pictures, ruins, statues, beggars, monks." "It is not all of it, but it is a large part of it.

All these things are impregnated with life; they are the fruits of an old and complex civilization." "An old and complex civilization: I am afraid I don't like that." "Don't conclude on that point just yet.

Wait till you have tested it.