The two men had been dining together after a day spent by the latter in ranging about the Campagna.

They had left the table, and Warburton, before the chimney, was lighting a cigar, which he instantly removed from his lips.
"Won't go to Sicily?
Where then will you go ?" "Well, I guess I won't go anywhere," said Ralph, from the sofa, all shamelessly.
"Do you mean you'll return to England ?" "Oh dear no; I'll stay in Rome." "Rome won't do for you.

Rome's not warm enough." "It will have to do.

I'll make it do.

See how well I've been." Lord Warburton looked at him a while, puffing a cigar and as if trying to see it.