There was always something of the overgrown, provoking child in him, when he wanted to bear down an opinion or feeling that displeased him.

She would have liked to go on walking and wrangling with him, for the great ceremony had excited her, and made it easier for her to talk.

But at that moment Mrs.Burgoyne's voice was heard in front--'Joy! there is the carriage, and Reggie has picked up another .-- Edward, take Aunt Pattie through--we'll look after ourselves.' * * * * * And soon the whole party were driving in two of the little Roman victorias through streets at the back of the Capitol, and round the base of the Palatine, to the Aventine, where it appeared they were to lunch at an open-air _trattoria_, recommended by Mr.Brooklyn.
Mrs.Burgoyne, Lucy and Mr.Vanbrugh Neal found themselves together.

Mrs.
Burgoyne and Mr.Neal talked of the function, and Lucy, after a few shy expressions of gratitude and pleasure, fell silent, and listened.

But she noticed very soon that Mrs.Burgoyne was talking absently.