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ARIADNE. 79Iwalked on and led her by the hand. Herfingers moved a little in my hold as wepassedthrough the Forum, and past the basilica ofConstantine,as though some thrill ran throughher. ButIlooked in her face, and there wasnochange,it was still as stone, and the eyes wereburning, and had a sightless look.Iwent onward by way of the Capitol,past theAra CSli and the colossal figures of the Dioscuri.Once she paused, and a sort of tremorshook her, and for an instantIhoped for somepassing remembrance, ever so slight, that yetshoidd come to link her once more with theliving world.But none came;her eyes never altered; shewent with me obediently,passively, as she wouldhave gone with any stranger who had led herso, past the great stairs, and the divine Brethren,who once had been to her not any whit lesssacred than had been Rome itself.We went clown into the grim grey ruinousstreets, that pass under the Tarpeian Rock,with the lichen and the wild shrubs growing onmounds of brick that once were temples, and the