We talk of seeing Naples before we turn home to our Florence, to keep feast for Dante.
It is delightful to hear of all you are _permitted_ to do for England meanwhile in matters of art, and one of these days we shall go north to take a few happy hours of personal advantage out of it all.

Not this year, however, I think.

We have done duty to the north too lately.

Now it seems to me we have the right (of virtue, in spite of what I said on another page, or rather, _because_ I said it in good human inconsistency), the right to have and hold our Italy in undisturbed possession.

I never feel at home anywhere else, or to _live_ rightly anywhere else at all.