But we
talked it over and made it up, did n't we? It seemed to me we did.
Let Rowland decide it, mother; whatever he suggests will be the right
thing." And Roderick, who had hardly removed his eyes from the statues,
got up again and went back to look at them.
Mrs. Hudson fixed her eyes upon the floor in silence. There was not
a trace in Roderick's face, or in his voice, of the bitterness of his
emotion of the day before, and not a hint of his having the lightest
weight upon his conscience. He looked at Rowland with his frank,
luminous eye as if there had never been a difference of opinion between
them; as if each had ever been for both, unalterably, and both for each.
Rowland had received a few days before a letter from a lady of his
acquaintance, a worthy Scotswoman domiciled in a villa upon one of the
olive-covered hills near Florence. She held her apartment in the villa
upon a long lease, and she enjoyed for a sum not worth mentioning the
possession of an extraordinary number of noble, stone-floored rooms,
with ceilings vaulted and frescoed, and barred windows commanding the
loveliest view in the world.
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