It was an old and a wearisome task for Carlo to explain to her that the times were changed and the necessities of the hour different since the day when his father conspired and fought for freedom.

Yet he could not gainsay her when she urged that the nobles should be elected to lead, if they consented to lead; for if they did not lead, were they not excluded from the movement?
'I fancy you have defined their patriotism,' said Carlo.
'Nay, my son; but you are one of them.' 'Indeed, my dearest mother, that is not what they will tell you.' 'Because you have chosen to throw yourself into the opposite ranks.' 'You perceive that you divide our camp, madame my mother.

For me there is no natural opposition of ranks.

What are we?
We are slaves: all are slaves.

While I am a slave, shall I boast that I am of noble birth?
"Proud of a coronet with gems of paste!" some one writes.