Painful recollections, I should say--I find him constantly reading old letters, when her ladyship is not present.

We were to have stopped at Genoa, but he hurried us on.

The same thing at Florence.
Here, at Rome, my lady insists on resting.

Her brother has met us at this place.

There has been a quarrel already (the lady's maid tells me) between my lord and the Baron.