It was not wonderful indeed that the child's fancy had been touched.

That thrilling, passionate voice--her own difficulty always was to resist it--to try and see straight in spite of it.
* * * * * Later that evening, when Miss Foster had withdrawn, Manisty and Mrs.
Burgoyne were lingering and talking on a stone balcony that ran along the eastern front of the villa.

The Campagna and the sea were behind them.
Here, beyond a stretch of formal garden, rose a curved front of wall with statues and plashing water showing dimly in the moonlight; and beyond the wall there was a space of blue and silver lake; and girdling the lake the forest-covered Monte Cavo rose towering into the moonlit sky, just showing on its topmost peak that white speck which once was the temple of the Latian Jupiter, and is now, alas! only the monument of an Englishman's crime against history, art, and Rome.

The air was soft, and perfumed with scent from the roses in the side-alleys below.

A monotonous bird-note came from the ilex darkness, like the note of a thin passing bell.