RODERICK HUDSON
like so much. I hope you congratulate me on the simplicity of my tastes."
"I congratulate you on your great sense. To live in Rome and not to walk about would, I think, be poor pleasure. But you 're terribly far from home, and I 'm afraid you 're rather tired."
"A little—enough to sit here a while."
"Might I offer you my company while you rest?"
"If you 'll promise to amuse me. I 'm in dismal spirits."
Saying he would do what he could, Rowland brought a chair and placed it near her. He was not in love with her; he disapproved of her; he distrusted her; and yet he felt it a rare and expensive privilege to watch her, and he found her presence in every way important and momentous. The background of her nature had a sort of landscape largeness and was mysterious withal, emitting strange, fantastic gleams and flashes. Waiting for these was better sport than some kinds of fishing. Moreover it was not a disadvantage to talk with a girl who forced one to make sure of the sufficiency of one's wit; it was like having in one's bank-book after "wild" drafts: it settled the question of one's balance.
Assunta had risen from her prayers and, as he took his place, was coming back to her mistress. But Christina motioned her away. "No, no; while you 're about it say a few dozen more! Pray for me" she added in English. "Pray that I say nothing silly. She has been at it half an hour; I envy her volubility!"
"One envies good Catholics many things," said Rowland with conscious breadth.
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