journals
of all countries, and caricatures from Paris and London, were mingled
with engravings of Henrietta's favourite Campo Santo.

One evening Mr. Temple and his guest were speaking of a celebrated
Professor of the University. Lord Montfort described his extraordinary
acquirements and discoveries, and his rare simplicity. He was one of
those eccentric geniuses that are sometimes found in decayed cities
with ancient institutions of learning. Henrietta was interested in his
description. Almost without thought she expressed a wish to see him.

'He shall come to-morrow,' said Lord Montfort, 'if you please. Believe
me,' he added, in a tone of great kindness, 'that if you could prevail
upon yourself to cultivate Italian society a little, it would repay
you.'

The professor was brought. Miss Temple was much entertained. In a few
days he came again, and introduced a friend scarcely less distinguished.
The society was so easy, that even Henrietta found it no burthen. She
remained upon her sofa; the gentlemen drank their coffee and conversed.
One morning Lord Montfort had prevailed upon her to visit the studio
of a celebrated sculptor. The artist was full of enthusiasm for his
pursuit, and showed them with pride his great work, a Diana that might
have made one envy Endymion. The sculptor declared it was the perfect
resemblance of Miss Temple, and appealed to her father. Mr. Temple could
not deny the striking likeness. Miss Temple smiled; she looked almost
herself again; even the reserved Lord Montfort was in raptures.

'Oh! it is very like,' said his lordship. 'Yes! now it is exactly like.
Miss Temple does not often smile; but now one would believe she really
was the model.'

They were bidding the sculptor farewell.

'Do you like him?' whispered Lord Montfort of Miss Temple.

'Extremely; he is full of ideas.'

'Shall I ask him to come to you this evening?'

'Yes, do!'

And so it turned out that in time Henrietta found herself the centre of
a little circle of eminent and accomplished men. Her health improved
as she brooded less over her sorrows. It gratified her to witness
the pleasure of her father. She was not always on her sofa now. Lord
Montfort had sent her an English chair, which suited her delightfully.

They even began to take drives with him in the country an hour or so
before sunset. The country around Pisa is rich as well as picturesque;
and their companion always contrived that there should be an object