"We will go and find Uncle Paolo, and we will do exactly as he advises." "After all, that is best," assented her mother, rising slowly from her seat.
Half an hour later they left the house upon their errand, but they did not enter the workshop on their way.

Indeed, if they had, they would have been surprised to find that Marzio was not there, and that Gianbattista was consequently not talking to him as Lucia had supposed.
When Gianbattista reached the workshop, he was told that Marzio had only remained five minutes, and had gone away so soon as everybody was at work.

He hesitated a moment, wondering whether he might not go home again and spend another hour in Lucia's company; but it was not possible to foretell whether Marzio would be absent during the whole morning, and Gianbattista decided to remain.

Moreover, the peculiar smell of the studio brought with it the idea of work, and with the idea came the love of the art, not equal, perhaps, to the love of the woman but more familiar from the force of habit.
All men feel such impressions, and most of all those who follow a fixed calling, and are accustomed to do their work in a certain place every day.

Theophile Gautier confessed in his latter days that he could not work except in the office of the _Moniteur_--elsewhere, he said, he missed the smell of the printers' ink, which brought him ideas.