in honour of my lord? -- they rest yonder. May we so far venture as to request you to point out their beauties to the Signora di Savelli? We rejoice, noble Lady of Malatesta, to observe that your eyesight is so well restored. The last time we met, though we stood next to you in the revels of the Lady Giulia, you seemed scarce to distinguish us from the pillar by which we stood!"
"Must this insolence be endured!" whispered the Signora Frangipani to the Signora Malatesta.
"Hush, hush; if ever it be our day again!"
THE BLESSING OF A COUNCILLOR WHOSE INTERESTS AND HEART ARE OUR OWN. -- THE STRAWS THROWN UPWARD -- DO THEY PORTEND A STORM
It was later that day than usual, when Rienzi returned from his tribunal to the apartments of the palace. As he traversed the reception hall, his countenance was much flushed; his teeth were set firmly, like a man who has taken a strong resolution from which he will not be moved; and his brow was dark with that settled and fearful frown which the describers of his personal appearance have not failed to notice as the characteristic of an anger the more deadly because invariably just. Close at his heels followed the Bishop of Orvietto and the aged Stephen Colonna. "I tell you, my Lords," said Rienzi, "that ye plead in vain. Rome knows no distinction between ranks. The law is blind to the agent -- lynx-eyed to the deed."
"Yet," said Raimond, hesitatingly, "bethink thee,