Nani looked at him with his clear eyes in which intelligence shone distinct and sharp like steel.

And amidst the deep calm, the warm heavy atmosphere of the little _salon_, whose mirrors were starred with countless reflections of candles, a more sonorous burst of music was suddenly wafted from the gallery, a rhythmical waltz melody, which slowly expanded, then died away.
"My dear son," said Nani, "anger is always harmful.

You remember that on your arrival here I promised that if your own efforts to obtain an interview with the Holy Father should prove unavailing, I would myself endeavour to secure an audience for you." Then, seeing how agitated the young priest was getting, he went on: "Listen to me and don't excite yourself.

His Holiness, unfortunately, is not always prudently advised.
Around him are persons whose devotion, however great, is at times deficient in intelligence.

I told you that, and warned you against inconsiderate applications.