Her singing of the severe phrases of the opening chant, or hymn, had turned the man, and for a time had put a new heart in him.

The consolation was his also, that he had rewarded it the most splendidly--as it were, in golden italics of praise; so that her forgiveness of his disinterested endeavour to transplant her was certain, and perhaps her future implicit obedience or allegiance bought.
Meeting General Pierson, the latter rallied him.
'Why, my fine Pericles, your scheme to get this girl out of the way was capitally concerted.

My only fear is that on another occasion the Government will take another view of it and you.' Pericles shrugged.

'The Gods, my dear General, decree.

I did my best to lay a case before them; that is all.' 'Ah, well! I am of opinion you will not lay many other cases before the Gods who rule in Milan.' 'I have helped them to a good opera.' 'Are you aware that this opera consists entirely of political allusions ?' General Pierson spoke offensively, as the urbane Austrian military permitted themselves to do upon occasion when addressing the conquered or civilians.
'To me,' returned Pericles, 'an opera--it is music.