I suppose," he added, dreamily, "that what we used to like in Italy was the absence of all the modern activities.

The Italians didn't repel us by assuming to be of our epoch in the presence of their monuments; they knew how to behave as pensive memories.

I wonder if they're still as charming." "Oh, no," she returned, "nothing is as charming as it used to be.

And now we need the charm more than ever." He laughed at her despair, in the tacit understanding they had lived into that only one of them was to be desperate at a time, and that they were to take turns in cheering each other up.

"Well, perhaps we don't deserve it.