It was well for Ammiani that he did perceive (dimly though it was perceived) the force of idealistic inspiration by which Vittoria was supported.

He saw it at this one moment, and it struck a light to light him in many subsequent perplexities; it was something he had never seen before.

He had read Tuscan poetry to her in old Agostino's rooms; he had spoken of secret preparations for the revolt; he had declaimed upon Italy,--the poetry was good though the declamation may have been bad,--but she had always been singularly irresponsive, with a practical turn for ciphers.

A quick reckoning, a sharp display of figures in Italy's cause, kindled her cheeks and took her breath.

Ammiani now understood that there lay an unspoken depth in her, distinct from her visible nature.
He had first an interview with Rocco Ricci, whom he prepared to replace Irma.
His way was then to the office of his Journal, where he expected to be greeted by two members of the Polizia, who would desire him to march before the central bureau, and exhibit proofs of articles and the items of news for inspection, for correction haply, and possibly for approval.
There is a partial delight in the contemplated submission to an act of servitude for the last time.