e spending the whole winter in Rome: they had friends there and went out visiting. The conversation flowed smoothly; and mevrouw invited Cornélie to come and have a chat in her sitting-r

ssed as much. In a day or two she had become intimate with Mrs. Van der Staal and the two girls; and on the evening when young Van der S

by the blazing log-fire, for the evening was chilly. They had been talking ab

nothing. It is all grey and fuzzy around me. Then the people in the boarding-house: the same faces every day. I see them and yet I don't see them. I see ... I see Madame von Rothkirch and her daughter, I see the fair Urania ... and Rudyard ... and the little Englishwoman, Miss Taylor, who is always so tired with sight-se

observer," said

. When I'm alone, I think of the people I meet. I know Madame von Rothkirch now and I know Else. Such a round merry face, with arched eyebrows, and always a joke or a witticism: I find it tiring

iled mevrouw

. "He is so civil, he ordered my wine for m

t Rudyard is?" aske

n Rothkirch does

ter be careful,"

atholic?" as

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nia either? Nor M

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sion in Rome has a Jesuit who lives there free of charge, if the proprietor is a good f

efused to

in a pension like this, a first-class pension, a pensi

i?" Cornél

intrigante. Last winter, three Eng

Rudy

Rudyard is here for the

e street this morning," said young Van der Sta

ell back i

ange sincerity which was hers. "I should like

, said good-night and went to bed, w