“WhatisyourfriendLeonard？“askedMissWinchelseaabruptly。
“He’sthemostenthusiasticpedestrianIevermet，“theyoungmanreplied，amusingly，butalittleunsatisfactorily，MissWinchelseathought。Theyhadsomeglorioustimes，andFannycouldnotthinkwhattheywouldhavedonewithouthim。MissWinchelsea’sinterestandFanny’senormouscapacityforadmirationwereinsatiable。Theyneverflagged——throughpicturesandsculpturegalleries，immensecrowdedchurches，ruinsandmuseums，Judastreesandpricklypears，winecartsandpalaces，theyadmiredtheirwayunflinchingly。Theyneversawastonepineoraeucalyptusbuttheynamedandadmiredit；
theyneverglimpsedSoractebuttheyexclaimed。Theircommonwaysweremadewonderfulbyimaginativeplay。“HereCaesarmayhavewalked，“theywouldsay。“RaphaelmayhaveseenSoractefromthisverypoint。“TheyhappenedonthetombofBibulus。“OldBibulus，“
saidtheyoungman。“TheoldestmonumentofRepublicanRome！“
saidMissWinchelsea。