I thought of writing to you," she softly added.
"Ah, what pleasure that would have given me!" "I mean, to tell you where we were, and that we should have been so happy to see you." "I thank you for the intention.

I suppose your daughter would n't let you carry it out." "Angela is so peculiar," Mrs.Vivian said, simply.
"You told me that the first time I saw you." "Yes, at Siena," said Mrs.Vivian.
"I am glad to hear you speak frankly of that place!" "Perhaps it 's better," Mrs.Vivian murmured.

She got up and went to the window; then stepping upon the balcony, she looked down a moment into the street.

"She will come back in a moment," she said, coming into the room again.

"She has gone to see a friend who lives just beside us.