To the trickery of the present he adds the cunning of the red Indian; but he has not that largeness of view without which it is impossible to establish firmly the slavery of the people.

No one possesses in a greater degree than he the art of dragging on an affair, and manoeuvring with and tiring out diplomatists; but it is not by pleasantries of this sort that a tottering tyranny can be propped up.
Although he employs every subterfuge known to dishonest policy, I am not quite sure that he has even the craft of a politician.
The attainment of his own end does not in fact require it.

For after all, what is his end?
In what hope, with what aim, did he come down from the mountains of Sonnino?
Do you really believe he thought of becoming the benefactor of the nation ?--or the saviour of the Papacy ?--or the Don Quixote of the Church?
Not such a fool! He thought, first, of himself; secondly, of his family.
His family is flourishing.

His four brothers, Filippo, Luigi, Gregorio, and--save the mark!--Angelo, all wore the _cioccie_ in their younger days; they now, one and all, wear the count's coronet.

One is governor of the bank, a capital post, and since poor Campana's condemnation he has got the Monte di Pieta.