At Paris she had simply asked Julius, "What do _you_ think of Paris ?" And the opinion of Julius was then given to Seat-Sandal confidently as the only correct estimate that the world was likely to get.

At Venice, Rome, Naples, her plan was identical; and any variation of detail simply referred to the living at different places, and how Julius liked it, and how it had agreed with him.
So when the Florence letter came, there was no particular enthusiasm about it.

The address assigned it to the squire, and he left it lying on the table while he finished the broiled trout and coffee before him.

But it troubled Charlotte, and she waited anxiously for the unpleasant words she felt sure were inside of it.

Yet there was no change on the squire's face, and no sign of annoyance, as he read it.