gushed out of a mossy niche. In a less preoccupied frame of mind he could have done justice to the
Palazzo Roccanera; he could have entered into the sentiment of Mrs Osmond, who had once told him
that on settling themselves in Rome she and her husband had chosen this habitation for the love of
local colour. It had local colour enough, and though he knew less about architecture than about Limoges
enamels he could see that the proportions of the windows and even the details of the cornice had quite
the grand air. But Rosier was haunted by the conviction that at picturesque periods young girls had
been shut up there to keep them from their true loves, and then, under the threat of being thrown into
convents, had been forced into unholy marriages. There was one point, however, to which he always did
justice when once he found himself in Mrs Osmonds warm, rich-looking reception-rooms, which were on
the second floor. He acknowledged that these people were very strong in good things. It was a taste
of Osmonds ownnot at all of hers; this she had told him the first time he came to the house, when,
after asking himself for a quarter of an hour whether they had even better French than he in Paris, he
was obliged on the spot to admit that they had, very much, and vanquished his envy, as a gentleman
should, to the point of expressing to his hostess his pure admiration of her treasures. He learned from
Mrs Osmond that her husband had made a large collection before their marriage and that, though he
had annexed a number of fine pieces within the last three years, he had achieved his greatest finds at
a time when he had not the advantage of her advice. Rosier interpreted this information according to
principles of his own. For advice read cash, he said to himself; and the fact that Gilbert Osmond had
landed his highest prizes during his impecunious season confirmed his most cherished doctrinethe
doctrine that a collector may freely be poor if he be only patient. In general, when Rosier presented
himself on a Thursday evening, his first recognition was for the walls of the saloon; there were three
or four objects his eyes really yearned for. But after his talk with Madame Merle he felt the extreme
seriousness of his position; and now, when he came in, he looked about for the daughter of the house
with such eagerness as might be permitted a gentleman whose smile, as he crossed a threshold, always
took everything comfortable for granted.