I want to see the ruins of Rome; I want to see the Tiber, the Clitumnus, the Aufidus, the Alban Hills, Lake Trasimenus,--a thousand places! It is strange how those old times have taken hold upon me.

The mere names in Roman history make my blood warm .-- And there is so little chance that I shall ever be able to go there; so little chance." Waymark had watched the glowing face with some surprise.
"Why, this is famous!" he exclaimed.

"We shall suit each other splendidly.

Who knows?
We may see Italy together, and look back upon these times of miserable struggle.

By the by, have you ever written verses ?" Julian reddened, like a girl.
"I have tried to," he said.
"And do still ?" "Sometimes." "I thought as much.