How could it last without a shadow down to the very death of Francis, when we always find Ugolini the very soul of the group who are compromising the Franciscan ideal?
No answer to this question is possible.

The same problem presents itself with regard to Brother Elias, and we are no better able to find a satisfactory answer.

Men of loving hearts seldom have a perfectly clear intelligence.

They often become fascinated by men the most different from themselves, in whose breasts they feel none of those feminine weaknesses, those strange dreams, that almost sickly pity for creatures and things, that mysterious thirst for pain which is at once their own happiness and their torment.
The sojourn at Camaldoli was prolonged until the middle of September, and it ended to the cardinal's satisfaction.

Francis had decided to go directly to the pope, then at Orvieto, with the request that Ugolini should be given him as official protector intrusted with the direction of the Order.
A dream which he had once had recurred to his memory; he had seen a little black hen which, in spite of her efforts, was not able to spread her wings over her whole brood.