taking his place, flooded her with a final stream of advice
and injunctions--where to stop, how to learn Italian, when to
use mosquito-nets, what pictures to look at.  "Remember," he
concluded, "that it is only by going off the track that you
get to know the country.  See the little towns--Gubbio,
Pienza, Cortona, San Gemignano, Monteriano.  And don't, let
me beg you, go with that awful tourist idea that Italy's
only a museum of antiquities and art.  Love and understand
the Italians, for the people are more marvellous than the land." 

"How I wish you were coming, Philip," she said,
flattered at the unwonted notice her brother-in-law was
giving her. 

"I wish I were." He could have managed it without great
difficulty, for his career at the Bar was not so intense as
to prevent occasional holidays.  But his family disliked his
continual visits to the Continent, and he himself often
found pleasure in the idea that he was too busy to leave town.