I don't know whatever Mis' Wick will think of you." "She's merely full of intelligent curiosity, Mis' Malt," said Mr.Malt, who seemed to be in the last stage of infatuated parent.

"I know you'll excuse her," he added to momma, who said with rather frigid emphasis, "Oh yes, we'll excuse her." But the hint was lost and Emmeline remained.
Poppa looked in his memorandum book and found that the Count was not to arrive until 3 P.M.There was, therefore, no reason why we should not accompany the Malts to the Forum, and it was arranged.
A quarter of an hour later we were rolling through Rome.

As a family we were rather subdued by the idea that it was Rome, there was such immense significance even in the streets with tramways, though it was rather an atmosphere than anything of definite detail; but no such impression weighed upon the Malts.

They took Rome at its face value and refused to recognise the unearned increment heaped up by the centuries.

However, as we were divided in two carriages, none of us had all the Malts.
It was warm and dusty, the air had a malarious taste.