le at Naples. Perhaps
Mr. Copley feared the seclusion of a private house at Sorrento. However
that were, he seemed to find motives to detain him where he was, and
Lawrence St. Leger was nothing loth. The days went by, till Dolly
herself grew impatient. They went very much after the former manner, as
far as the gentlemen were concerned; Lawrence found society, and Mr.
Copley too, naturally, took pleasure in meeting a good many people to
whom he was known. What other pleasure he took in their company Dolly
could but guess; with him things went on very much as they had done in
Rome.

With her, not. Dolly knew nobody, kept close by her mother, who
eschewed all society, and so of course had no likenesses to paint. She
worked busily at the other sort of painting which had engaged her in
Venice; made lovely little pictures of Naples; rather of bits of
Naples; characteristic bits; which were done with so much truth and
grace that Rupert without difficulty disposed of them to the fancy
dealers. The time of photographs was not yet; and Dolly made money
steadily. She enjoyed this work greatly. Her other pleasures were found
in walks about the city, and in visits to the museum. There was not in
Naples the wealth of art objects which had been so inexhaustible in
Rome; nevertheless, the museum furnished an interest all its own; and
Dolly went there day after day. Indeed, the interest grew; and objects
which at her first going she passed carelessly by, at the fourth or
fifth she began to study with intent interest. The small bronzes found
at Pompeii were pored over by her and Rupert till they almost knew the
several pieces by heart, and had constructed over them a whole system
of the ways of private life in those old days when they were made and
used. Dolly often managed to persuade her father to be her escort when
she went to the museum; and Mr. Copley would go patiently, for Dolly's
sake, seeing the extreme delight it afforded her; but Mr. Copley was
not always to be had, and then Dolly chose certain parts of the
collection which she and Rupert could study together. So they gave a
great deal of time to the collection of coins; not at first, but by
degrees drawn on. So with the famous collection of antique bronzes.
Rupert looked on these in the beginning with a depreciating eye.

"What's the fun here? I don't get at it," he remarked.

"O Rupert! the beauty of the things."

"They are what I call right homely. What a colour they ha