"I know Italy; not all, though," she replied, again courteously. "I hope to see it all later on."
"And do you like our country, Miss Temple?"
"Yes, Signor," she murmured, her voice a little veiled.
Again their eyes met and fixed each other for an instant, as they both walked a little ahead.
"Which city pleased you most, Miss Temple?" he asked, bending towards her, lowering his voice still more.
"Florence," she replied.
"Florence; I ought to have guessed it!"
"Why guess it?"
"Didn't you write a verse from Dante in your pocket-book?" he asked, looking fixedly at her.