As di Leyni did not know what to say, and did not move, the Senator had dismissed him, begging him to go, in his name, to the Grand Hotel, and see Signora Dessalle, at whose request he had received Benedetto into his house, and desire her to arrange matters, for his sister would arrive that same evening before eleven o'clock.
Then di Leyni had gone in to see Benedetto.

Good God! in what a state he had found him! Without fever, perhaps, but with the appearance of a dying man.
The young man's eyes were full of tears as he told of it.

Benedetto did not know he would be obliged to leave.

He had spoken of it to him as of something not yet certain but possible.

Benedetto had looked at him in silence, as if to read in his soul, and then had questioned, with a smile: "Must I go to prison ?" Then di Leyni repented of not having at once told the whole truth to a man so strong and serene in God, and he repeated to him all the Senator had said.
"He took my hand," the young man continued, his voice broken with emotion, "and while he held it and caressed it, he said these precise words: 'I will not leave Rome.