It was borne in upon one that in the season the _chef_ would be remanded to the most inviolable seclusion.
"Do you suppose Pompeii will be any worse than this ?" inquired the Senator.
"Talk about Americans pervading the Continent," he continued, casting his eye over the surrounding desolation.

"Where are they?
I should be glad to see them.

Great Scott! if it comes to that, I should be glad to see a blooming Englishman!" It wasn't an answer to prayer, for there had been no opportunity for devotion, but at that moment the door opened and admitted Mr., Mrs., and Miss Emmeline Malt, and Miss Callis.

The reunion was as rapt as the Senator and Emmeline could make it, and cordial in every other respect.
Mr.Malt explained that they had come straight through from Paris, as time was beginning to press.
"We couldn't leave out Rome," he said, "on account of Mis' Malt's mother--she made such a point of our seeing the prison of Saint Paul.

In her last letter she was looking forward very anxiously to our safe return to get an account of it.