"I do so frequently, and marvel at human nature."
"I do so, and without marvelling at all, for I see human nature justifying itself. I'll tell you what I am going to do. I shall propose to her to begin and read Dante."
"The 'Inferno.' Why, yes."
"And I shall craftily introduce to her attention one or two wicked and worldly little books, such as 'The Improvisatore,' and the 'Golden Treasury,' and so on. Any such attempts at first would have been premature; but I think the time has come."
Miriam knew no language but her own, and Eleanor by no means purposed inviting her to a course of grammar and exercise. She herself, with her husband's assistance, had learned to read Italian in the only rational way for mature-minded persons — simply taking the text and a close translation, and glancing from time to time at a skeleton accidence. This, of course, will not do in the case of fools, but Miriam Baske, all appearances notwithstanding, did not
