My son long begged me to take one of the fine rooms downstairs.

But what would have been the use of it?
I have no needs, and I scarcely care for feather beds, for my old bones are accustomed to the hard ground.

And then too I have such a fine view up here, all Rome presenting herself to me, now that I can no longer go to her." With a wave of the hand towards the window he sought to hide the embarrassment, the slight flush which came to him each time that he thus excused his son; unwilling as he was to tell the true reason, the scruple of probity which had made him obstinately cling to his bare pauper's lodging.
"But it is very nice, the view is superb!" declared Pierre, in order to please him.

"I am for my own part very glad to see you, very glad to be able to grasp your valiant hands, which accomplished so many great things." Orlando made a fresh gesture, as though to sweep the past away.

"Pooh! pooh! all that is dead and buried.