"I frighten you, you say; for Heaven's sake, how?
Am I strange?
Is there anything wild in my behavior ?" "Only for that moment," replied Hilda, "because you seemed to doubt God's providence." "We will talk of that another time," said her friend.

"Just now it is very dark to me." On the left of the Piazza of the Campidoglio, as you face cityward, and at the head of the long and stately flight of steps descending from the Capitoline Hill to the level of lower Rome, there is a narrow lane or passage.

Into this the party of our friends now turned.

The path ascended a little, and ran along under the walls of a palace, but soon passed through a gateway, and terminated in a small paved courtyard.

It was bordered by a low parapet.
The spot, for some reason or other, impressed them as exceedingly lonely.