The prevailing American type in Rome that winter had been a demonstrative type.
Lucy's manner in comparison was like a cool and bracing air.

'And when she does kiss!' Eleanor would say to herself--'it will be with all her heart.
One can see that.' Meanwhile Mrs.Burgoyne took occasional note of the Mazzinian literature that lay about.

She would turn the books over and read their titles, her eyes sparkling with a little gentle mischief, as she divined the girl's disapproval of her host and his views.

But she never argued with Lucy.

She was too tired of the subject, too eager to seek relief in talking of the birds and the view, of people and _chiffons_.
Too happy perhaps--also.