I knew you were at home on
Thursdays."
"You see the fame of your Thursdays has spread to England," Osmond
remarked to his wife.
"It's very kind of Lord Warburton to come so soon; we're greatly
flattered," Isabel said.
"Ah well, it's better than stopping in one of those horrible
inns," Osmond went on.
"The hotel seems very good; I think it's the same at which I saw you
four years since. You know it was here in Rome that we first met; it's
a long time ago. Do you remember where I bade you good-bye?" his
lordship asked of his hostess. "It was in the Capitol, in the first
room."
"I remember that myself," said Osmond. "I was there at the time."
"Yes, I remember you there. I was very sorry to leave Rome-so
sorry that, somehow or other, it became almost a dismal memory, and
I've never cared to come back till to-day. But I knew you were
living here," her old friend went on to Isabel, "and I assure you I've
often thought of you. It must be a charming place to live in," he
added with a look, round him, at her established home, in which she
might have caught the dim ghost of his old ruefulness.
"We should have been glad to see you at any time," Osmond observed
with propriety.
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