'Suppose some day we came here to write ?' Manisty had said vaguely, looking round him with regret as they drove away.

The mere suggestion had made the name of Torre Amiata sweet to Eleanor thenceforward.
Was it likely that he would remember ?--that he would track them?
Hardly.

He would surely think that in this heat they would go northward.

He would not dream of looking for them in Italy.
She too was thinking of nothing--nothing!--but the last scenes at the villa and in Rome, as the carriage moved along.

The phrases of her letter to Manisty ran through her mind.