Grim Fate was tender, contemplating you, |
—Arthur C. Legge.
Fay stood on her balcony, and looked over the ilexes of her villa atFrascati; out across the grey-green of the Campagna to the littlecompressed city which goes by the great name of Rome.
How small it looked, what a huddled speck with a bubble dome, to berepresented by so stupendous a name!
She gazed at it without seeing it. Her eyes turned towards itmechanically because it contained somewhere within its narrow precinctsthe man of whom she was thinking, of whom she was always thinking.
It was easy to see that Fay—the Duchess of Colle