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Updated: May 5, 2025
The girl received the announcement as easily as it had been given. "When does the train to Rome go?" "At eight." "Signora Bertolini would be upset." "We must face that," said Miss Bartlett, not liking to say that she had given notice already. "She will make us pay for a whole week's pension." "I expect she will. However, we shall be much more comfortable at the Vyses' hotel.
"Mrs. Vyse and her son have gone to Rome," said Lucy, giving the news that interested her least. "Do you know the Vyses?" "Oh, not that way back. We can never have too much of the dear Piazza Signoria." "They're nice people, the Vyses. So clever my idea of what's really clever. Don't you long to be in Rome?" "I die for it!" The Piazza Signoria is too stony to be brilliant.
For the companion who is merely uncongenial in the mediaeval world becomes exasperating in the classical. Charlotte, unselfish in the Forum, would have tried a sweeter temper than Lucy's, and once, in the Baths of Caracalla, they had doubted whether they could continue their tour. Lucy had said she would join the Vyses Mrs.
Perseus and Judith, Hercules and Thusnelda, they have done or suffered something, and though they are immortal, immortality has come to them after experience, not before. Here, not only in the solitude of Nature, might a hero meet a goddess, or a heroine a god. "Charlotte!" cried the girl suddenly. "Here's an idea. What if we popped off to Rome to-morrow straight to the Vyses' hotel?
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