It is in the _Osservatore Romano_ of this evening." "He is good for nothing else," growled Marzio.

"It is just like him not to have told me anything about it." "With the sympathy which exists between you, I am surprised," said the journalist.

"After all, you might convert him, and then he would be useful.

He will be an archdeacon next, and then a bishop--who knows ?--perhaps a cardinal!" "You might as well talk of converting the horses on Monte Cavallo as of making Paolo change his mind," replied Pandolfi, beginning to sip the white wine he had ordered.

"You don't know him--he is an angel, my brother! Oh, quite an angel! I wish somebody would send him to heaven, where he is so anxious to be!" "Look out, Marzio!" exclaimed the lawyer, glancing from the vinegar cruet towards the door and then at his friend.
"No such luck," returned the chiseller.