The Eternal City
Page 384"My poor darling, you must get well for my sake. You must think of
nothing but getting well. Then we'll go away somewhere--to Switzerland,
as you said in your letter. Or perhaps to England, where you were born,
and where your father lived his years of exile. Dear old England!
Motherland of liberty! I'll show you all the places."
She was dizzy with the beautiful vision.
"Oh, if I could only go on like this for ever! But I mustn't listen to
you, dearest. It's no use, you know. Now, is it?"
The spirit which had exalted him for a moment took flight, and his heart
rose into his throat.
He did not answer, and she dropped back with a sigh. Ah, it was cruel
fencing. Every word was a sword, and it was cutting a hundred ways.
At that moment a band of music passed down the street. Roma, who loved
bands of music, asked Rossi to lift her up that she might look at it. A
little drummer boy was marching at the head of a procession, gaily
rolling his rataplan.
"He reminds me of little Joseph," she said, and she laughed heartily.
Strange mystery of life that robs death of all its terrors!
He put his arm about her to support her as they stood by the parapet,
old physical thrill and a world of fond and tender memories. She looked
into his eyes, he looked into hers; they both looked across to TrinitÃ
de' Monti, and in the eye-asking between them she said plainly, "Do you
remember--over there?"
Roma was assisted back to the bed-chair, and then, conversation being
impossible, Rossi began to read. Every day he had read something. Roma
had made the selections. They were always about the great
lovers--Francesca and Paolo, Dante and Beatrice, even Alfred de Musset
and poor John Keats, with the skull cap which burnt his brain. To-day it
As I ought
I will speak thy speech, Love,
Think thy thought...."
His right hand held the book. His left was between Roma's hands, lying
blue-veined in her lap. She was looking out on the sunlit city as if
taking a last farewell of it. He stopped to stroke her glossy black hair
and she reached up to his lips and kissed them. Then she closed her eyes
to listen. His voice rose and swelled with the ocean of his love, and he
felt as if he were pouring his life into her frail body.