He turned the horse's head towards Genzano, and they journeyed on in silence.

She indeed was too weak for many words; but enwrapped as it were by the influences around her,--of the place, the evening beauty, the personality of the man beside her,--she seemed to be passing through a many-coloured dream, of which the interest and the pleasure never ceased.
Presently they passed a little wayside shrine.

Within its penthouse eave an oil-lamp flickered before the frescoed Madonna and Child; the shelf in front of the picture was heaped with flowers just beginning to fade.
Manisty stayed the horse a moment; pointed first to the shrine, then to the bit of road beneath their feet.
'Do you see this travertine--these blocks?
This is a bit of the old road to the temple.

I was with the exploring party when they carried up the Medusa and some other of their finds along here past the shrine.

It was nearly dark--they did not want to be observed.