Caroline read on with her, making no remark. Presently Rose showed her the attention of asking, ere she turned the leaf, "Are you ready?"
Caroline only nodded.
"Do you like it?" inquired Rose ere long.
"Long since, when I read it as a child, I was wonderfully taken with it."
"Why?"
"It seemed to open with such promise--such foreboding of a most strange tale to be unfolded."
"And in reading it you feel as if you were far away from England--really in Italy--under another sort of sky--that blue sky of the south which travellers describe."
"You are sensible of that, Rose?"

Caroline read on with her, making no remark. Presently Rose asked, "Do you like it?"
"Long ago, when I was a child, I was wonderfully taken with it."
"Why?"
"It seemed to open with such promise - such foreboding of a strange tale to be unfolded."
"And in reading it you feel as if you were really in Italy - under another sort of sky. 