But his heavy jaw, his long fang-like teeth, and his thick lips express the grossest appetites.

He gives you the idea of a minister grafted on a savage.

When he assists the Pope in the ceremonies of the Holy Week he is magnificently disdainful and impertinent.

He turns from time to time in the direction of the diplomatic tribune, and looks without a smile at the poor ambassadors, whom he cajoles from morning to night.
You admire the actor who bullies his public.

But when at an evening party he engages in close conversation with a handsome woman, the play of his countenance shows the direction of his thoughts, and those of the imaginative observer are imperceptibly carried to a roadside in a lonely forest, in which the principal objects are prostrate postilions, an overturned carriage, trembling females, and a select party of the inhabitants of Sonnino! He lives in the Vatican, immediately over the Pope.