When Lord Byron passed through Florence, Rogers was there.

They had a good deal of conversation, and Rogers accompanied him to his carriage.

The inn had fifty windows in front.

All the windows were crowded with women, mostly English women, to catch a glance at their favourite poet.

Among them were some at whose houses he had often been in England, and with whom he had lived on friendly terms.
He would not notice them, or return their salutations.