Therein lies the malady which affects every nation; salvation can only be attained by the healing of misery.

When the roots of the tree cannot find sustenance the tree dies." "Well," resumed the Contessina, "we will fix an appointment at once; you shall come with us to the Quartiere dei Prati--Dario will take us there." At this the Prince, who had listened to the priest with an air of stupefaction, unable to understand the simile of the tree and its roots, began to protest distressfully, "No, no, cousin, take Monsieur l'Abbe for a stroll there if it amuses you.

But I've been, and don't want to go back.

Why, when I got home the last time I was so upset that I almost took to my bed.

No, no; such abominations are too awful--it isn't possible." At this moment a voice, bitter with displeasure, arose from the chimney corner.