THEY
shook hands, and he left her alone in the glorious room, among the
shining antique marbles. She sat down in the centre of the circle of
these presences, regarding them vaguely, resting her eyes on their
beautiful blank faces; listening, as it were, to their eternal
silence. It is impossible, in Rome at least, to look long at a great
company of Greek sculptures without feeling the effect of their
noble quietude; which, as with a high door closed for the ceremony,
slowly drops on the spirit the large white mantle of peace. I say in
Rome especially, because the Roman air is an exquisite medium for
such impressions. The golden sunshine mingles with them, the deep
stillness of the past, so vivid yet, though it is nothing but a void
full of names, seems to throw a solemn spell upon them. The blinds
were partly closed in the windows of the Capitol, and a clear, warm
shadow rested on the figures and made them more mildly human. Isabel
sat there a long time, under the charm of their motionless grace,
wondering to what, of their experience, their absent eyes were open,
and how, to our ears, their alien lips would sound. The dark red
walls of the room threw them into relief; the polished marble floor
reflected their beauty. She had seen them all before, but her
enjoyment repeated itself, and it was all the greater because she
was glad again, for the time, to be alone.