30/68 No one in the palace can manage him; his internal complaint nearly drives him mad." "But is it true he is so very ill ?" asked Gabriel. They say they are such great friends because she makes a lotion that calms him like an angel's hand. In the morning when he wakes in a bad temper all the palace trembles, and very soon all the diocese. He is a good man, but when the mad dog bites him everyone must fly. I have seen him on pontifical days wearing his mitre, looking at us with such eyes, as though he were ready to seize his crozier and belabour us all with it, from what the aunt says--if he did not drink!" "Then the complaints of the Chapter are true." "He does not get drunk. |