He could not hint at such an idea to the unsympathetic fellow, or rather, the burly antagonist to anything of the sort, beside him.

Lord Feltre would have understood and appreciated it instantly.

Where is aid to be had if we have the Fates against us?
Feltre knew the Power, he said; was an example of 'the efficacy of supplications'; he had been 'fatally driven to find the Power,' and had found it--on the road to Rome, of course: not a delectable road for an English nobleman, except that the noise of another convert in pilgrimage on it would deal our English world a lively smack, the very stroke that heavy body wants.

But the figure of a 'monastic man of fashion' was antipathetic to the earl, and he flouted an English Protestant mass merely because of his being highly individual, and therefore revolutionary for the minority.
He cast his bitter cud aside.

'My man should have arrived.