An exquisite interlude, narrating the loves of Theodore Colville, an American man just turned forty, voluntarily exiled in Italy, and Lina Bowen, who was once best friend to the woman who was the focus of Colville's last, failed romance. Add beautiful, 20-year-old Imogene Graham to their small group and you have a winning romantic comedy.
hem all away as of equal preciousness.
Of course there was a pleasure in recognising some details of former experience in Florence as they recurred. Colville had been met at once by a festa, when nothing could be done, and he was more than consoled by the caressing sympathy with which he was assured that his broken trunk could not be mended till the day after to-morrow; he had quite forgotten about the festas and the sympathy. That night the piazza on which he lodged seemed full of snow to the casual glance he gave it; then he saw that it was the white Italian moonlight, which he had also forgotten....
Colville had readied this point in that sarcastic study of his own condition of mind for the advantage of his late readers in the Post-Democrat-Republican, when he was aware of a polite rustling of draperies, with an ensuing well-bred murmur, which at once ignored him, deprecated intrusion upon him, and asserted a common right to the prospect on which he had been d
An American middle-aged man returns to Florence,
Italy - the scene of a heartbreaking romance twenty years earlier. There he meets an old friend from those days, her daughter, and her twenty year old protege. Slowly a surprising romantic relationship develops, but is it really what both people want? Great dialogue, wonderful character development, and a happy ending.