"By no means. No lamp would stand such treatment. No; the only thing for us to do in that connection is to see that the supply of oil is kept up."
"Sandie, life would be fearful on your terms!"
"I do not find it so."
And, "Oh no, Christina!" came from Dolly's lips at the same time. Christina looked from one to the other.
"I had better gone to the Sistine," she said. "I suppose you would tell me there to look at Michael Angelo's picture of the Last Judgment. But I assure you I never do. I make a point not to see it."
"What do you enjoy most in this old city, Miss Copley?" Mr. Shubrick said now, turning to her.
"I hardly can tell," said Dolly; "I enjoy it all so very much. I think, of all—perhaps the Colosseum."
"That old ruin!" said Christina.
"But it is such a beautiful ruin! Have you seen it by moonlight? And I always think of the time when it was finished, and full, and of the things that were done there; and I fancy the times when the moonlight shone in just so after the days when Christians had been given to the lions. I never get tired of the Colosseum."
"You, too!" exclaimed Christina. "What pleasant and enlivening contemplations!"