"It is a likeness of a great many people. Hundreds and hundreds died in such fashion as that, for the pleasure of the Roman people."
"Well, would it have been any satisfaction to you to see it?"
"Why, no! I hope not."
"Then why do you like to see it here now?"
"I don't! this is not reality, but an image."
"I can't see why you should like to look at the image, when you couldn't bear the reality."
"Why, Rupert"—— Dolly began, but her further words were cut off.
"Met again!" said a soft voice. "You here! we did not know you would be in Rome so soon."
"Dolly!" exclaimed Christina, who followed her mother. "That's delightful. Dolly Copley in Rome! and in the Museo Capitolino. Who is with you?"
"We are all here," said Dolly, smiling.