nd a light yet decided step keeping pace with his own. He came back with Donna Ro

the gaiety of her expression. Her face was lighted up by a smile which seemed to pervade her whole person and make it radiant with overflowing joy. A vivacity which was at the same time dignified and spontan

s a modified air of freedom about her, as of one who has a right to make advanc

e Italian had rushed upon her and kissed her hand.) "Sir Evelyn Wise, from E

contagious about her smile. The rosy mouth with its pearly teeth seemed to smile of itself, and the lovely e

sy with your fountain to-

hink I should care to see any more spectacles in Rome, where the people are g

tinct, of course,

e woman's-to

e something better than you will, though," and then the gol

he?" said th

. Bruno-you re

cried t

Bruno Rocco, and nobody was ever so rightly named. A big, shaggy, good-natured bear, always singing or growling or laughin

el

is to be erected in the new part of the Piazza Colonna. I expect to finish it in a fortn

Bru

igures ... figures all round the dish, you know. They represent the Tw

no! Brun

rry ring of her laughte

zy ... crazy, that's English, isn't it? I told you I was half an Engl

him to sit to you,

ith a mission, and I daren't even dream of it. But this morning, Bruno tells me, his friend, his idol, is to stop the Pope's procession,

is paragon of

at David

at

mes were goin

be put down by the police," said the litt

word and a pen like a dag

began to flash wit

list, isn't he, and libe

putations than anybody else in E

they were symbolical of the ruin that was coming on the country. Shameful, wasn't it? Nobody likes to be talked about, especially in Rome, where it's the end of everything. Bu

in tumult," said the American General to the Italian

ies of the national spirit to say that we are starving the people. This David Rossi is the worst Roman in Rome. He opposed us

n public opinion, of course

at force, your Excellenc

lence," said t

s David

hing as old as the hills, dear friend, only e

ses to govern the world by the precepts

ord's

remes of poverty and wealth, and carried away by the promptings of the eternal religion in the human soul. A dreamer, of course, a dreamer like the Holy Father himself, only his drea

actical politician come f

ho never talks about himself, and cannot be got to lift the veil which surrounds his birth and early life. Came back to Rome eight years ago, and made a vast noise by propounding his platonic scheme of politics-was called up for his term of military service, refused to serve, got himself imprisoned for six months and came out a mighty hero-was returned to Parliament for no fewer than three constituen

England,

he was brought up in an atmosphere of conspiracy-perhaps under the influence of som

"Anyhow," she said, "he is young and good-looking and romantic

is a world," sa

bout woman?

smiled full into his face