Rome, Italy

He had traveled to Paris (France), London (England), Rome (Italy), where his name was known and those who attended his lectures brought along his book.

The beginning of September found them in Rome, both dressed in shorts.

They took a cruise on the Nile, they visited Jerusalem, they drove a rental car around the south of Spain, they saw Florence and Rome and Venice.

The season was mild enough to encourage the project of extending the wedding journey as far as Rome, and Mr. Casaubon was anxious for this because he wished to inspect some manuscripts in the Vatican.

Not long after that dinner-party she had become Mrs. Casaubon, and was on her way to Rome.

Dorothea had now been five weeks in Rome, and in the kindly mornings when autumn and winter seemed to go hand in hand like a happy aged couple one of whom would presently survive in chiller loneliness, she had driven about at first with Mr. Casaubon, but of late chiefly with Tantripp and their experienced courier.

But now, since they had been in Rome, with all the depths of her emotion roused to tumultuous activity, and with life made a new problem by new elements, she had been becoming more and more aware, with a certain terror, that her mind was continually sliding into inward fits of anger and repulsion, or else into forlorn weariness.

Among the sights of Europe, that of Rome has ever been held one of the most striking and in some respects edifying.

I was not aware that you and Mr. Casaubon were in Rome, until this morning, when I saw you in the Vatican Museum.

"Cincinnatus, I am sure, would have been sorry to see his daughter behave so."

"Do you think it nice to go to Rome on a wedding journey?" said Celia, with her ready delicate blush which Dorothea was used to on the smallest occasions.