He looked at me askance. "What did she do?"
"Come to my rooms this evening and I will tell you."
He declared he would, but he never came. Exactly the way I should have acted!
14th. I went again, last evening, to Casa Salvi, where I found the same little circle, with the addition of a couple of ladies. Stanmer was there, trying hard to talk to one of them, but making, I am sure, a very poor business of it. The Countess—well, the Countess was admirable. She greeted me like a friend of ten years, toward whom familiarity should not have engendered a want of ceremony; she made me sit near her, and she asked me a dozen questions about my health and my occupations.
"I live in the past," I said. "I go into the galleries, into the old palaces and the churches. To-day I spent an hour in Michael Angelo's chapel, at San Lorenzo."
"Ah, yes, that's the past," said the Countess. "Those things are very old."
"Twenty-seven years old," I answered.
"Twenty-seven? Altro!"
