"Oh, it's absolutely too late, now that we have left Rome."
At this moment the train came in.
CHAPTER XIII
OLD SIENA—AND NEW FRIENDS
When Irma looked out of her window before breakfast her first morning at Siena, she was surprised to see before her not a town street, but what seemed a section of farming country, with vegetable gardens and occasional small cottages. She saw men and women at work in the fields, and she wondered whether she were awake or asleep. For her impression of Siena, as they had driven through the streets the night before, was of a closely built town. When she had dressed, she hastened from her room to see what impression she would get from a front window.
It seemed to be a morning of surprises, for as she passed a sitting-room at the head of the stairs, she heard Marion laughing, yes, actually laughing, and other voices were mingled with his in conversation and laughter, too.
So surprised was Irma that she paused, with her hand on the banister, and a moment later Marion stood beside her.