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to divert his attention for a few moments to less noble thoughts is a kind of treason to his fame."
"Ah, Lady," replied the Cardinal, "never was my ambition so nobly directed as it is now. And it were a prouder lot to be at thy feet than on the throne of St. Peter."
A momentary blush passed over the cheek of the Signora, yet it seemed the blush of indignation as much as of vanity; it was succeeded by an extreme paleness. She paused before she replied; and then fixing her large and haughty eyes on the enamoured Spaniard, she said, in a low voice,
"My Lord Cardinal, I do not affect to misunderstand your words; neither do I place them to the account of a general gallantry. I am vain enough to believe you imagine you speak truly when you say you love me."
"Imagine!" echoed the Spaniard.
"Listen to me," continued the Signora. "She whom the Cardinal Albornoz honours with his love has a right to demand of him its proofs. In the papal court, whose power like his? - I require you to exercise it for me."
"Speak, dearest Lady; have your estates been seized by the barbarians of these lawless times? Hath any dared to injure you? Lands and titles, are these thy wish? - my power is thy slave."
"Cardinal, no! there is one thing dearer to an Italian and a woman than wealth or station - it is revenge!"
The Cardinal drew back from the flashing eye that was bent upon him, but the spirit of her speech touched a congenial chord.
"There," said he, after a little hesitation, "there spake high descent. Revenge is the luxury of the well-born. Let serfs and churls forgive an injury. Proceed, Lady."
"Hast thou heard the last news from Rome?" asked the Signora.
"Surely," replied the Cardinal, in some surprise, "we were poor statesmen to be ignorant of the condition of the capital of the papal dominions; and my heart mourns for that unfortunate city. But wherefore wouldst thou question me of Rome? - thou art - "
"Roman! Know, my Lord, that I have a purpose in calling myself of Naples. To your discretion I intrust my secret - I am of Rome! Tell me of her state."
"Fairest one," returned the Cardinal, "I should have known that that brow and presence were not of the light Campania. My reason should have told me that they bore the stamp of the Empress of the World. The state of Rome," continued Albornoz, in a graver tone, "is briefly told. Thou knowest that after the fall of the able but insolent Rienzi, Pepin, count of Minorbino, (a creature of Montreal's) who had assisted in expelling him, would have betrayed Rome to Montreal, - but he was neither strong enough nor wise enough, and the Barons chased him as he had chased the Tribune. Some time afterwards a new demagogue, John Cerroni, was installed in the Capitol. He once more expelled the nobles; new revolutions ensued - the Barons were recalled. The weak successor of Rienzi summoned the people to arms - in vain: in terror and despair he abdicated his power, and left the city a prey to the interminable feuds of the Orsini, the Colonna, and the Savelli."
"Thus much I know, my Lord; but when his Holiness succeeded to the chair of Clement VI. - "
"Then," said Albornoz, and a slight frown darkened his sallow brow, "then came the blacker part of the history. Two senators were elected in concert by the Pope."
"Their names?"
"Bertoldo Orsini, and one of the Colonna. A few weeks afterwards, the high price of provisions stung the rascal stomachs of the mob - they rose, they clamoured, they armed, they besieged the Capitol - "
"Well, well," cried the Signora, clasping her hands, and betokening in every feature her interest in the narration.
"Colonna only escaped death by a vile disguise; Bertoldo Orsini was stoned."
"Stoned! - there fell one!"
"Yes, lady, one of a great house; the least drop of whose blood were worth an ocean of plebeian puddle. At present, all is disorder, misrule, anarchy, at Rome. The contests of the nobles shake the city to the centre; and prince and people, wearied of so many experiments to establish a government,
"Ah, Lady," replied the Cardinal, "never was my ambition so nobly directed as it is now. And it were a prouder lot to be at thy feet than on the throne of St. Peter."
A momentary blush passed over the cheek of the Signora, yet it seemed the blush of indignation as much as of vanity; it was succeeded by an extreme paleness. She paused before she replied; and then fixing her large and haughty eyes on the enamoured Spaniard, she said, in a low voice,
"My Lord Cardinal, I do not affect to misunderstand your words; neither do I place them to the account of a general gallantry. I am vain enough to believe you imagine you speak truly when you say you love me."
"Imagine!" echoed the Spaniard.
"Listen to me," continued the Signora. "She whom the Cardinal Albornoz honours with his love has a right to demand of him its proofs. In the papal court, whose power like his? - I require you to exercise it for me."
"Speak, dearest Lady; have your estates been seized by the barbarians of these lawless times? Hath any dared to injure you? Lands and titles, are these thy wish? - my power is thy slave."
"Cardinal, no! there is one thing dearer to an Italian and a woman than wealth or station - it is revenge!"
The Cardinal drew back from the flashing eye that was bent upon him, but the spirit of her speech touched a congenial chord.
"There," said he, after a little hesitation, "there spake high descent. Revenge is the luxury of the well-born. Let serfs and churls forgive an injury. Proceed, Lady."
"Hast thou heard the last news from Rome?" asked the Signora.
"Surely," replied the Cardinal, in some surprise, "we were poor statesmen to be ignorant of the condition of the capital of the papal dominions; and my heart mourns for that unfortunate city. But wherefore wouldst thou question me of Rome? - thou art - "
"Roman! Know, my Lord, that I have a purpose in calling myself of Naples. To your discretion I intrust my secret - I am of Rome! Tell me of her state."
"Fairest one," returned the Cardinal, "I should have known that that brow and presence were not of the light Campania. My reason should have told me that they bore the stamp of the Empress of the World. The state of Rome," continued Albornoz, in a graver tone, "is briefly told. Thou knowest that after the fall of the able but insolent Rienzi, Pepin, count of Minorbino, (a creature of Montreal's) who had assisted in expelling him, would have betrayed Rome to Montreal, - but he was neither strong enough nor wise enough, and the Barons chased him as he had chased the Tribune. Some time afterwards a new demagogue, John Cerroni, was installed in the Capitol. He once more expelled the nobles; new revolutions ensued - the Barons were recalled. The weak successor of Rienzi summoned the people to arms - in vain: in terror and despair he abdicated his power, and left the city a prey to the interminable feuds of the Orsini, the Colonna, and the Savelli."
"Thus much I know, my Lord; but when his Holiness succeeded to the chair of Clement VI. - "
"Then," said Albornoz, and a slight frown darkened his sallow brow, "then came the blacker part of the history. Two senators were elected in concert by the Pope."
"Their names?"
"Bertoldo Orsini, and one of the Colonna. A few weeks afterwards, the high price of provisions stung the rascal stomachs of the mob - they rose, they clamoured, they armed, they besieged the Capitol - "
"Well, well," cried the Signora, clasping her hands, and betokening in every feature her interest in the narration.
"Colonna only escaped death by a vile disguise; Bertoldo Orsini was stoned."
"Stoned! - there fell one!"
"Yes, lady, one of a great house; the least drop of whose blood were worth an ocean of plebeian puddle. At present, all is disorder, misrule, anarchy, at Rome. The contests of the nobles shake the city to the centre; and prince and people, wearied of so many experiments to establish a government,