She was leaning her hot forehead against the glass and looking out with

haggard eyes, when a deep rumble as of a great multitude came from

below. The noise quickly increased to a loud uproar, with shouts, songs,

whistles, and shrill sounds blown out of door-keys. Before she was aware

of his presence the Baron was standing behind her, between the window

and the pedestal with the plaster bust of Rossi.

"Listen to them," he said. "The proletariat indeed!... And this is the

flock of bipeds to whom men in their senses would have us throw the

treasures of civilisation and hand over the delicate machinery of

government."

He laughed bitterly, and drew back the curtain with an impatient hand.

"Democracy! Christian Democracy! Vox Populi vox Dei! The sovereignty

and infallibility of the people! Pshaw! I would as soon believe in the

infallibility of the Pope!"

The crowds increased in the piazza until the triangular space looked

like the rapids of a swollen river, and the noise that came up from it

was like the noise of falling cliffs and uprooted trees.

"Fools! Rabble! Too ignorant to know what you really want, and at the

mercy of every rascal who sows the wind and leaves you to reap the

whirlwind."

Roma crept away from the Baron with a sense of physical repulsion, and

at the next moment, from the other window, she heard the blast of a

trumpet. A dreadful silence followed the trumpet blast, and then a clear

voice cried: "In the name of the law I command you to disperse."

It was the voice of a delegate of the police. Roma could see the man on

the lowest stage of the steps with his tricoloured scarf of office about

him. A second blast came from the trumpet, and again the delegate cried:

"In the name of the law I command you to disperse."

At that moment somebody cried, "Long live the Republic of Man!" and

there was great cheering. In the midst of the cheering the trumpet

sounded a third time, and then a loud voice cried "Fire!"

At the next moment a volley was fired from somewhere, a cloud of white

smoke was coiling in front of the window at which Roma stood, and women

and children in the vagueness below were uttering acute cries.

"Oh! oh! oh!"

"Don't be afraid, my child. Nothing has happened yet. The police had

orders to fire first over the people's heads."

In her fear and agitation Roma ran back to the outer room, and a moment

afterwards Angelelli opened the door and stood face to face with her.




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