I may not attempt to report in its fulness our young woman's response to the deep appeal of Rome, to analyse her feelings as she trod the pavement of the Forum or to number her pulsations as she crossed the threshold of Saint Peter's.

It is enough to say that her impression was such as might have been expected of a person of her freshness and her eagerness.

She had always been fond of history, and here was history in the stones of the street and the atoms of the sunshine.

She had an imagination that kindled at the mention of great deeds, and wherever she turned some great deed had been acted.

These things strongly moved her, but moved her all inwardly.