"Unhappily for him there is another arbiter of saintship, Who sees deeper than do you, Gervasio." He bowed his head.

"Better not to look deep enough than to do as you seem in danger of doing, Madonna, and by looking too deep imagine things which do not exist." "Ah, you will defend him against reason even," she complained.

"His anger exists.

His thirst to kill--to stamp himself with the brand of Cain--exists.

He confesses that himself.