[Rienzi by Edward Bulwer Lytton]@TWC D-Link bookRienzi CHAPTER 4 8/20
No woman ever loved to the full extent of the passion, who did not venerate where she loved, and who did not feel humbled (delighted in that humility) by her exaggerated and overweening estimate of the superiority of the object of her worship. And it might be the consciousness of this distinction between himself and all other created things, which continued to increase the love of the Tribune to his bride, to blind him to her failings towards others, and to indulge her in a magnificence of parade, which, though to a certain point politic to assume, was carried to an extent which if it did not conspire to produce his downfall, has served the Romans with an excuse for their own cowardice and desertion, and historians with a plausible explanation of causes they had not the industry to fathom. Rienzi returned his wife's caresses with an equal affection, and bending down to her beautiful face, the sight was sufficient to chase from his brow the emotions, whether severe or sad, which had lately darkened its broad expanse. "Thou has not been abroad this morning, Nina!" "No, the heat was oppressive.
But nevertheless, Cola, I have not lacked company--half the matronage of Rome has crowded the palace." "Ah, I warrant it .-- But yon boy, is he not a new face ?" "Hush, Cola, speak to him kindly, I entreat: of his story anon.
Angelo, approach.
You see your new master, the Tribune of Rome." Angelo approached with a timidity not his wont, for an air of majesty was at all times natural to Rienzi, and since his power it had naturally taken a graver and austerer aspect, which impressed those who approached him, even the ambassadors of princes, with a certain involuntary awe. The Tribune smiled at the effect he saw he had produced, and being by temper fond of children, and affable to all but the great, he hastened to dispel it.
He took the child affectionately in his arms, kissed him, and bade him welcome. "May we have a son as fair!" he whispered to Nina, who blushed, and turned away. "Thy name, my little friend ?" "Angelo Villani." "A Tuscan name.
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