They have written their names in that unstable element, and proved it a more durable record than brass or marble.
"Donatello, you had better take one of those gay, boyish artists for your companion," said Miriam, when she found the Italian youth at her side.

"I am not now in a merry mood, as when we set all the world a-dancing the other afternoon, in the Borghese grounds." "I never wish to dance any more," answered Donatello.
"What a melancholy was in that tone!" exclaimed Miriam.

"You are getting spoilt in this dreary Rome, and will be as wise and as wretched as all the rest of mankind, unless you go back soon to your Tuscan vineyards.
Well; give me your arm, then! But take care that no friskiness comes over you.

We must walk evenly and heavily to-night!" The party arranged itself according to its natural affinities or casual likings; a sculptor generally choosing a painter, and a painter a sculp--tor, for his companion, in preference to brethren of their own art.

Kenyon would gladly have taken Hilda to himself, and have drawn her a little aside from the throng of merry wayfarers.