"He can be a devil in his anger." "He is a devil always, in anger and out of it," said I."He needs an exorcist.

It is a task that I should relish.

I'd beat the devils out of him, Busio, and she would let me.

Meanwhile, stay we here, and if she needs our help, it shall be hers." I dropped on to the carved settle that stood there, old Busio standing at my elbow, more tranquil now that there was help at hand for Madonna in case of need.

And through the door came the sound of his storming, and presently the crash of more broken glassware, as once more he thumped the table.