It was a fine poem in Roman dialect, on the immortal retreat of Garibaldi after '49.

But after a few lines, she let it drop again, listlessly.

One of the motives which had entered into her reading of these things--a constant heat of antagonism and of protest--seemed to have gone out of her.
* * * * * Meanwhile Aunt Pattie, Eleanor and Manisty held conclave in Aunt Pattie's sitting-room, which was a little room at the south-western corner of the apartment.

It opened out of the salon, and overlooked the Campagna.
On the north-eastern side, Dalgetty, Alice Manisty's maid, sat sewing in a passage-room, which commanded the entrance to the glass passage--her own door--the door of the ante-room that Manisty had spoken of to Eleanor, and close beside her a third door--which was half open--communicating with Manisty's library.

The glass passage, or conservatory, led directly to the staircase and the garden, past the French windows of the library.
Dalgetty was a person of middle age, a strongly made Scotchwoman with a high forehead and fashionable rolls of sandy hair.