It 's on my conscience that I ought to take you to Rome, walk you through the Vatican, and then lock you up with a heap of clay.

I sail on the fifth of September; can you make your preparations to start with me ?" Roderick assented to all this with an air of candid confidence in his friend's wisdom that outshone the virtue of pledges.

"I have no preparations to make," he said with a smile, raising his arms and letting them fall, as if to indicate his unencumbered condition.

"What I am to take with me I carry here!" and he tapped his forehead.
"Happy man!" murmured Rowland with a sigh, thinking of the light stowage, in his own organism, in the region indicated by Roderick, and of the heavy one in deposit at his banker's, of bags and boxes.
When his companion had left him he went in search of Cecilia.

She was sitting at work at a shady window, and welcomed him to a low chintz-covered chair.