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undoubtedly true that many agreeable qualities were to be found. He was, to use my illustration again, an admirable cook; he<br />
was a good talker, a companionable man, a kindly host. Having got my measure, as it were, and won of me by persuasion,<br />
what he had failed to win by force, he was sensible enough to see that, if he wished to keep me, he must curb his vile passion of<br />
rage. And so, for a while, he did.<br />
Trudging our road to Prato early in the morning, he was very gay. Virginia stepped along by my side, a free-moving young<br />
creature who never seemed to tire; but he struck out in front of us, most of the time singing at the top of his voice very<br />
discreditable songs, or with a joke, salutation, sarcasm or criticism for everybody we passed on the way. Wearying of this,<br />
because, as he said, it was poor work fencing with bunglers, he kept us closer company for the rest of the journey, and was<br />
most entertaining. He talked, he joked, he told tales, he told lies. He was shrewd, caustic, tender, witty, extravagant,<br />
uproarious, turn and turn about, but he never lost sight of his aim. Probably there never was a man of looser conversation who<br />
kept a tighter hold upon the direction of his discourse. The end of all his oratory came when he made us, his pupils as he called<br />
us, acquainted with his plans.<br />
"This festa," he said, "whither we go, will bring all the world to Prato, if it have not done so already; and as this same world is<br />
the orange which I and you, my apprentices, propose to suck, let us lose no time in getting our teeth well into the rind. In this<br />
way, namely: there are three days' junketing before us, to which we will minister exactly what the revellers need. Tomorrow,<br />
when they translate the blessed remains of Santa Caterina de' Ricci, we shall sell objects of devotion to the faithful." As we<br />
were now sitting by the roadside for our midday meal, he produced a variety of objects from a bag at his feet.<br />
"Observe," he continued, "these images—lilies, bambini, nourishing matrons, curly-headed deacons; these flaming hearts, these<br />
hearts stuck upon swords: a holy traffic indeed! Here, too," and he extricated a budget tied in blue tape-ribbon, "are the lives of<br />
all the frati worthy of record, and of a good few, between you and me and this damsel, not to be found recorded. Here, in this<br />
napkin, is everything requisite to make Santa Caterina de' Ricci the happiest of dead ladies—as, portraits of her mother, of her<br />
mother's sisters, of her father and all his relatives, of the young man who drowned himself at Pontassieve for her love, and of<br />
that other young man who, on the contrary, did not, but made himself a priest and became her spiritual director. Here are the<br />
palace in which she was born, the escutcheon of the De' Ricci which she despised, her governess's house, the convent where<br />
she made her vows, and the cell where, if she did not die, she might very easily have died. Here you have the great doctors and<br />
captains of the Dominican Order, here is Albert the Great, here seraphic Thomas, here murdered Peter, here Catherine, here<br />
Rose—admirable engravings, as you see, mostly after the admired John. Here then is our day's work cut out for us—a happy<br />
toil! On the next, having done our humble service to the souls of all these persons, we must be careful not to forget their bodily<br />
needs. I shall exercise my skill in dentistry for trifling rewards, and you, my young Aesculapius, will prove to others, as you have<br />
already proved to me, that the strong wrist and willing arm are not lacking among your personal endowments. I am persuaded<br />
that these duties will occupy the whole of the second day, for Prato will be full to suffocation by that time, and there will hardly<br />
be a head whose recesses we may not have to explore. By these means, having secured (as I hope) the public confidence, the<br />
time will be ripe for my great design. After worship, relaxation, the release from pain; after pain, pleasure comes. On that third<br />
day, my children, we will set up a faro-bank, the profits of which, if skill be employed, will more than counterbalance what we<br />
have cheerfully lost in our efforts to do good. The reward, I say, is certain, and who shall call it undeserved? Not I, for one.<br />
Now, children, to the road once more! Happy fortunes attend us! Pray for old Palamone, who loves you dearly and thinks<br />
about you night and day."<br />
He got up as he was finishing this speech of his and took to the road before I could object—as I did object—to some of his<br />
propositions. But I told Virginia that I intended to leave him at Prato and push on to Florence, as I had no intention of helping<br />
him cheat his neighbours. "What!" I cried, "a Strelley of Upcote, a gentleman and an old Catholic, to clown it in a fair! Never in<br />
the world!"<br />
Virginia, walking staidly beside me, considered this outburst in silence before she delivered herself. '"You speak," she then said,<br />
"as I would have you speak, but not at all as you have decided to speak. You cannot at one and the same moment be<br />
Francesco of Upcote and Francesco Ignoto; you cannot exalt yourself and degrade yourself. If you choose to be a gentleman,<br />
why did you discard your coat?"<br />
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