Had it come into her head that he might offer her two or three of the gems of his collection?
If she would only help him to marry Miss Osmond he would present her with his whole museum.

He could hardly say so to her outright; it would seem too gross a bribe.

But he should like her to believe it.
It was with these thoughts that he went again to Mrs.Osmond's, Mrs.Osmond having an "evening"-- she had taken the Thursday of each week--when his presence could be accounted for on general principles of civility.

The object of Mr.Rosier's well-regulated affection dwelt in a high house in the very heart of Rome; a dark and massive structure overlooking a sunny piazzetta in the neighbourhood of the Farnese Palace.

In a palace, too, little Pansy lived--a palace by Roman measure, but a dungeon to poor Rosier's apprehensive mind.