It was the first time that a name had been mentioned between them.
'Mr Trevelyan! What a pretty name. It sounds like a novel,' said
Olivia.
'A very clever man,' said Mr Glascock, 'and much liked by his own
circle. But he has had trouble, and is unhappy.'
'He looks unhappy,' said Caroline.
'The most miserable looking man I ever saw in my life,' said Olivia.
Then it was agreed between them as they went up to Trompetta's hotel,
that they would go on together by the ten o'clock train to Florence.
CHAPTER XXXVIII
VERDICT OF THE JURY 'MAD, MY LORD'
Trevelyan was left alone at Turin when Mr Glascock went on to Florence
with his fair American friends. It was imperatively necessary that he
should remain at Turin, though he had no business there of any kind
whatever, and did not know a single person in the city. And of all
towns in Italy Turin has perhaps less of attraction to offer to the
solitary visitor than any other. It is new and parallelogrammatic as an
American town is very cold in cold weather, very hot in hot weather,
and now that it has been robbed of its life as a capital is as dull and
uninteresting as though it were German or English.
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