"I should like to be in Rome with you," he commented."I should like to see you on that wonderful ground."
She scarcely faltered. "You might come then."
"But you＇ll have a lot of people with you."
"Ah," Isabel admitted, "of course I shall not be alone."
For a moment he said nothing more. "You＇ll like it," he went on at last. "They＇ve spoiled it, but you＇ll rave about it."