"I am what men call rich and powerful; I have money, estates, castles, and palaces; I am young, I am strong.

What shall I do with it all ?" As she walked, she dreamed of raising some great institution of charity; she knew not for what precise object, but there was room enough for charity in Rome.

The great Torlonia had built churches, and hospitals, and asylums.

She would do likewise; she would make for herself an interest in doing good, a satisfaction in the exercise of her power to combat evil.

It would be magnificent to feel that she had done it herself, alone and unaided; that she had built the walls from the foundation and the corner-stone to the eaves; that she had entered herself into the study of each detail, and herself peopled the great institution with such as needed most help in the world--with little children, perhaps.