There were ten days left of the beautiful month of May--the most precious month of all to the true Rome-lover.

Isabel would become a Rome-lover; that was a foregone conclusion.

She was provided with a trusty companion of her own sex, whose society, thanks to the fact of other calls on this lady's attention, would probably not be oppressive.

Madame Merle would remain with Mrs.Touchett; she had left Rome for the summer and wouldn't care to return.

She professed herself delighted to be left at peace in Florence; she had locked up her apartment and sent her cook home to Palestrina.