_Sed non praevalebunt!_" The Cardinal's thin face assumed a strange look of determination, and his delicate fingers grasped Giovanni's arm with a force that startled him.
"You speak bravely," answered the young man.

"You are more sanguine than we men of the world.

You believe that disaster impossible which to me seems growing daily more imminent." Cardinal Antonelli turned his gleaming black eyes full on his companion.
"_O generatio incredula!_ If you have not faith, you have not courage, and if you have not courage you will waste your life in the pursuit of emptiness! It is for men like you, for men of ancient race, of broad acres, of iron body and healthy mind, to put your hand to the good work and help us who have struggled for many years and whose strength is already failing.

Every action of your life, every thought of your waking hours, should be for the good end, lest we all perish together and expiate our lukewarm indifference.

_Timidi nunquam statuerunt trapaeum_--if we would divide the spoil we must gird on the sword and use it boldly; we must not allow the possibility of failure; we must be vigilant; we must be united as one man.