RODERICK HUDSON
"To indifferent purpose, madam!" said Rowland, indicating to Mrs. Light her daughter.
"Is that the way you spend your time?" Christina demanded of Roderick. "I never yet happened to learn what men were doing when they supposed women were not watching them, but it was some thing vastly below their reputation."
"When, pray," said Roderick, smoothing his ruffled locks, "are women not watching them?"
"We shall give you something better to do at any rate. How long have you been here? It 's an age since I 've seen you. We consider you as an old inhabitant, and expect you to play host and entertain us."
Roderick said that he could offer them nothing but to show them the great terrace and its view; and ten minutes later the little group was assembled there. Mrs. Light was extravagant in her satisfaction; Christina looked away at the Sabine mountains in silence. The Prince stood by, frowning at the raptures of the elder lady.
"This is nothing," he said at last. "My word of honour. Have you seen the terrace at San Gaetano?"
"Ah, that merveille," murmured Mrs. Light amorously. "I suppose it's magnificent!"
"It 's four hundred feet long, and paved with marble. And the view is a thousand times more beautiful than this. You see far away the blue, blue sea and the little smoke of Vesuvio!"
"Christina, love," cried Mrs. Light forthwith, "the Prince has a terrace four hundred feet long, all paved with marble!"
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