"She is so lovely, so good"—
"Nonsense! Were there no lovely English girls? no good English girls? Emily is ten times lovelier."
"You know what you said."
"I said it to please you."
"Charlotte!"
"Yes, I did,—at least, in a great measure. It is easy enough to call a pretty girl an angel; and as for my promise to love your wife, of course I expected you would choose a wife suitable to your religion and your birth. Suppose you selected some outlandish dress,—an Italian brigand's, for instance,—what would the neighboring gentlemen think of you? It would be an insult to their national costume, and they would do right to resent it. Well, being who and what you are, you have no right to bring an Italian woman into Seat-Sandal. It is an insult to every woman in the county, and they will make you feel it."
"I shall not give them the opportunity. Beatrice cannot live in this beastly climate."
"The climate is wrong also? Naturally. It would follow the religion and the woman. Harry Sandal, I wish I had died, ere my ears had heard such a shame and sorrow for my father and mother! Where are you going to live, then?"
"In Florence. It is the birthplace of Beatrice the city associated with all her triumphs."