Her face proved that at all events the physical influences of this day in the open air were beneficial.

The soft breeze had brought a touch of health to her cheek, and languid inattention no longer marked her gaze at sea and shore; she was often absent, but never listless.

When she spoke, her voice was subdued and grave; it always caused Mallard to glance in her direction.
At Baiae they dismissed the boat, purposing to drive back to Naples.

In their ramble among the ruins, Mallard did his best to be at ease and seem to share Cecily's happiness; in any case, it was better to talk of the Romans than of personal concerns.

When in after-time he recalled this day, it seemed to him that he had himself been well contented; it dwelt in his memory with a sunny glow.