Who knows?
Perhaps there may come a day when I shall look back upon it, and see it as empty of satisfaction as it now seems to you.

But more likely that I shall live to look back in sorrow for its loss." The dialogue became such as they had held more than once of late, fruitless it seemed, only saddening to both.

And Cecily was to-day saddened by it beyond her wont; her excessive gaiety yielded to a dejection which passed indeed, but for a while made her very unlike herself, silent, with troubled eyes.
"I had one valid excuse for coming to see you to-day," she said, when gaiety and dejection had both gone by.

"Mr.and Mrs.Bradshaw seriously think of going to Rome at the end of next week, and they wish to have another day at Pompeii.

They would like it so much if you would go with them.