"All the poetry gone! Think of Rome before 1870, and what it is now becoming.

One never looked for intellect in Italy--living intellect, of course, I mean--but natural poetry one did expect and find.

It is heart-breaking, this progress! If it were not for my dear girls, I shouldn't be here; they adore Italy--of course, never having known it as it was.

And I am sure you must feel, as I do, Mrs.Lessingham, the miserable results of cheapened travel.

Oh, the people one sees at railway-stations, even meets in hotels, I am sorry to say, sometimes! In a few years, I do believe, Genoa and Venice will strongly remind one of Margate." No echo of the cry of "Wolf!" ever sounded in Mrs.Denyer's conversation when she spoke of her husband.