Think not I slight your offer, but these young men must be managed; the plot is great--noble,--grateful to my heart; but it requires time and caution.

I have many of my house, scrupulous as yon hot-skull, to win over; the way is pleasant, but must be sounded well and carefully; you understand ?" From under his bent brows, Montreal darted one keen glance at Stephen, and then answered: "My friendship for you dictated my offer.

The League may stand without the Colonna,--beware a time when the Colonna cannot stand without the League.

My Lord, look well around you; there are more freemen--ay, bold and stirring ones, too--in Rome, than you imagine.

Beware Rienzi! Adieu, we meet soon again." Thus saying, Montreal departed, soliloquising as he passed with his careless step through the crowded ante-room: "I shall fail here!--these caitiff nobles have neither the courage to be great, nor the wisdom to be honest.