This enthusiasm was no new discovery to Miriam, but in the early days it had attached itself to far other things.

Cecily seemed to have forgotten that she was ever in sympathy with the mood which imposed silence on her friend.

Her eyes drank light from the landscape; her beauty was transfigured by passionate reception of all the influences this scene could exercise upon heart and mind.

She leaned on the railing of the balcony, and gazed until tears of ecstasy made her sight dim.
"Let us see much of each other whilst we are here," she said suddenly, turning to Miriam.

"I could never have dreamt of our being together in Italy; it is a happy fate, and gives me all kinds of hope.