Donna Serafina was emerging from her long silence.

"Dario is quite right! Send your alms, my dear, and I will gladly add mine.

There are other places where you might take Monsieur l'Abbe, and which it would be far more useful for him to see.

With that idea of yours you would send him away with a nice recollection of our city." Roman pride rang out amidst the old lady's bad temper.

Why, indeed, show one's sores to foreigners, whose visit is possibly prompted by hostile curiosity?
One always ought to look beautiful; Rome should not be shown otherwise than in the garb of glory.
Narcisse, however, had taken possession of Pierre.