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i so the miracles of* antichrist
that I’ll write you the glorious ode, which will shake
your prison walls with its proud rhythms. But
should none of these help you I will break forth into
the powerful epopee, which possesses armies of
words! and like an army marches bravely onward, O
Gaetano. All the legions of ancient Rome would
not have had power to check it."
During the song Donna Micaela clung convulsively
to her father’s arm. She said nothing, however, but
walked on.
Caveliere Palmeri then began to speak of Gaetano.
" I did not know he was so beloved," he said.
" Nor I," murmured Donna Micaela.
" To-day, however, I have seen strange people
entering Donna Elisa’s shop, begging her to be allowed
to buy something, that he had carved. She had
nothing left but a couple of old rosaries, and I saw
her tear them apart and distribute them, bead after
bead."
Donna Micaela looked at her father as a suppliant
child. But he did not know whether she wished
him to be silent or to continue speaking.
" Donna Elisa’s old friends go about down in the
garden with Luca," he said, " and Luca shows them
Gaetano’s favorite spots and the garden-plot which
he used to plant. And Pacifica sits in the work-shop
beside the planing-bench telling all sorts of things
about him, ever since he was so big."
The crush and noise became so great around him
that he was obliged to discontinue.
They intended to go to the cathedral. On the
steps sat old Assunta as usual. She held a rosary
in her hands and muttered the same prayer round
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