"When shall I see you again ?" Isabel hesitated, but soon, as if she had had a happy inspiration: "Some day after you're married." "That will never be.

It will be after you are." "That will do as well," she smiled.
"Yes, quite as well.

Good-bye." They shook hands, and he left her alone in the glorious room, among the shining antique marbles.

She sat down in the centre of the circle of these presences, regarding them vaguely, resting her eyes on their beautiful blank faces; listening, as it were, to their eternal silence.
It is impossible, in Rome at least, to look long at a great company of Greek sculptures without feeling the effect of their noble quietude; which, as with a high door closed for the ceremony, slowly drops on the spirit the large white mantle of peace.

I say in Rome especially, because the Roman air is an exquisite medium for such impressions.