"Brought him with you?" Isabel's surprise was great.
"He's at the hotel; he was too tired to come out and has gone to bed."
"I'll go to see him," she immediately said.
"That's exactly what I hoped you'd do. I had an idea you hadn't seen much of him since your marriage, that in fact your relations were a—a little more formal.That's why I hesitated—like an awkward Briton."
"I'm as fond of Ralph as ever," Isabel answered."But why has he come to Rome?" The declaration was very gentle, the question a little sharp.