"If two men like you and me, my boy, can thoroughly agree, there is nothing we cannot accomplish; whereas if we go against each other--" "Justitia non fit, coelum vero ruet," suggested Giovanni, in parody of the proverb.
"I am a little rusty in my Latin, Giovanni," said the old gentleman.
"Heaven is turned upside down, but justice is not done." "No; one is never just when one is angry.

But storms clear the sky, as they say up at Saracinesca." "By the bye, have you heard whether that question of the timber has been settled yet ?" asked Giovanni.
"Of course--I had forgotten.

I will tell you all about it," answered his father, cheerfully.

So they chatted peacefully for another half-hour; and no one would have thought, in looking at them, that such fierce passions had been roused, nor that one of them felt as though his death-warrant had been signed.

When they separated, Giovanni went to his own rooms, and locked himself in.
He had assumed an air of calmness which was not real before he left his father.