She was pleased and interested at the idea of Cellini's being in love.
"Really!" she exclaimed, "it makes him a more romantic character than ever! Fancy his telling you that he was betrothed! How delightful! I must ask him all about his chosen fair one.

But I'm positively thankful it isn't you, for I'm sure he's just a little bit off his head.

Even this book he has lent you looks like a wizard's property;" and she fluttered the leaves of the "Dead Musician's" volume, turning them rapidly over in search of something attractive.

Suddenly she paused and cried out: "Why, this is right-down awful! He must have been a regular madman! Just listen!" and she read aloud: "'How mighty are the Kingdoms of the Air! How vast they are--how densely populated--how glorious are their destinies--how all-powerful and wise are their inhabitants! They possess everlasting health and beauty--their movements are music--their glances are light--they cannot err in their laws or judgments, for their existence is love.

Thrones, principalities, and powers are among them, yet all are equal.