"Your pupil is rebellious, is she not, my friend ?" said she.

"But what would you have?
There are ideas which can't enter into our heads.

No, you will never get those things into the head of a Roman girl.

So be content with loving us as we are, beautiful with all our strength, as beautiful as we can be." She herself, in her resplendent happiness, looked at that moment so beautiful that he trembled as in presence of a divinity whose all-powerfulness swayed the world.

"Yes, yes," he stammered, "beauty, beauty, still and ever sovereign.