"Not so, magnificent," I made answer.

"I am destined for the life monastic." "Monastic!" quoth he, in a sort of horror, and looking as if a bad smell had suddenly been thrust under his nose.

He shrugged and pouted and had fresh recourse to his pomander.

"O, well! Friars have become popes before to-day." "I am to enter the hermit order of St.Augustine," I again corrected.
"Ah!" said Caro, in his big, full voice.

"He aspires not to Rome but to Heaven, my lord." "Then what the devil does he in your house, Fifanti ?" quoth the Cardinal.