Her presence in the Eternal City seemed something less than her footprint in its dust or her shadow on its walls.

Nothing is more irritating than to have your dream of a place destroyed by the light-hearted gabble of some idiot who has seen it; but Mrs.Nevill Tyson spared your dreams.

The most delicate ideal would have been undisturbed by the soft sweep of her generalities, or the graceful flight of her fancy from the matter in hand.
"There are a great many beautiful statues in the Vatican," said Sir Peter in his dream.
"Oh, no end.

And, talking of beautiful statues, we were introduced to the most beautiful woman in Rome, the Countess--Countess--Countess--Nevill, what _was_ that woman's name?
Oh--I forget her name, but she was the loveliest woman I ever saw in my life.

Everybody was in love with her--down on their knees groveling, you couldn't help it.