Roma sat facing the Princess. She was still confused and preoccupied,
but when rallied upon her silence she brightened up for a moment and
tried to look buoyant and happy. David Rossi, who was on her left, was
still quiet and collected, but bore the same air as before, of a man
going through a penance.
This was observed by Don Camillo, who sat on the right of the Princess,
and led to various little scenes.
"Very good company here, Mr. Rossi. Always sure of seeing some beautiful
young women," said Don Camillo.
"And beautiful young men, apparently," said David Rossi.
The beautiful young man called Lu-lu was there, and reaching over to Don
Camillo, and speaking in a whisper between the puff of a cigarette and a
sip of coffee, he said: "Why doesn't the Minister buy the man up? Easy enough to buy the press
these days."
"He's doing better than that," said Don Camillo. "He's drawing him from
opposition by the allurements of...."
"Office?"
"No, the lady," whispered Don Camillo, but Roma heard him.
She was ashamed. The innuendoes which belittled David Rossi were
belittling herself as well, and she wanted to get up and fly.
Rossi himself seemed to be unconscious of anything hurtful. Although
silent, he was calm and cheerful, and his manner was natural and polite.
The wife of one of the royal aides-de-camp sat next to him, and talked
constantly of the King.
Roma found herself listening to every word that was said to David Rossi,
but she also heard a conversation that was going on at the other end of
the table.
"Wants to be another Cola di Rienzi, doesn't he?" said Lu-lu.
"Another Christ," said Don Camillo. "He'll be asking for a crown of
thorns by-and-by, and calling on the world to immolate him for the sake
of humanity. Look! He's talking to the little Baroness, but he is
fifteen thousand miles above the clouds at this moment."
"Where does he come from, I wonder?" said Lu-lu, and then the two hands
of Don Camillo played the invisible accordion.
"Madame de Trop says his father was Master of the House to Prince
Petrolium--vice-prince, you know, and brought up in the little palace,"
said the Princess.
"Don't believe a word of it," said Don Camillo, "and I'll wager he never
supped at a decent hotel before."
"I'll ask him! Listen now! Some fun," said the Princess. "Honourable
Rossi!"
"Yes, Princess," said David Rossi.