We were about ten days on the journey to Rome, and three months in Rome; living, however, some streets asunder.

I saw them nearly every day.

Like everybody else, I found Mr.Hawthorne very taciturn.

His few words were, however, very telling.

When I talked French, he told me it was capital: 'It came down like a sledge-hammer.' His little satirical remarks were such as these: It was March and I took a bunch of violets to Rosa; notched white paper was wound around them, and Mr.Hawthorne said, 'They have on a cambric ruffle." "Generally he sat by an open fire, with his feet thrust into the coals, and an open volume of Thackeray upon his knees.