My sister and my brother-in-law reproached him; Giovanni was almost severe, perhaps because he is so different from Maironi, and would never think of touching a broom, even if he lived in a cloud of cobwebs! What does Maironi read?
He has never but once spoken to me of what he reads, and then only for a moment, as I shall tell you later.

I wrote you that perhaps he would spend the summer with us, for I know Maria and Giovanni wish it.

I now have a presentiment that he will not stay, but will go to Rome.

This, however, is only my impression; I have no positive knowledge.
As to his wishing to convert me, I do not know whether it would be an easy task or not, or whether Maironi thinks anything about it.

You will notice that I call him Maironi in writing to you; in speaking to him I call him simply Benedetto, for that is his wish.