"He has a magnificence! Do you know I study a good deal?
They say that so do you.

I have an inclination toward fifteenth-century Italian.

I should place him there." He spoke absently, still staring at the rose.
"A dash--not an ill dash, of course--of what you might call the Borgia ...

good and evil tied into a sultry, thunderous splendor." Glenfernie bent a keen look upon him out of gray eyes.

"An enemy might describe him so, perhaps.