Not so the veteran noble.

Tears of wounded pride started from his eyes; he approached, leaning on his staff, to Rienzi, touched him on his shoulder, and said,-- "Tribune, a judge has lived to envy his victim!" Rienzi turned with an equal pride to the Baron.
"We forgive idle words in the aged.

My Lord, have you done with us ?--we would be alone." "Give me thy arm, Raimond," said Stephen.

"Tribune--farewell.

Forget that the Colonna sued thee,--an easy task, methinks; for, wise as you are, you forget what every one else can remember." "Ay, my Lord, what ?" "Birth, Tribune, birth--that's all!" "The Signor Colonna has taken up my old calling, and turned a wit," returned Rienzi, with an indifferent and easy tone.
Then following Raimond and Stephen with his eyes, till the door closed upon them, he muttered, "Insolent! were it not for Adrian, thy grey beard should not bear thee harmless.