Saredo came to-day at twelve o'clock, and saw
me dressed for the first time. I had put on my nicest clothes. I called
Filomena, had three dinners fetched, and seated between him and her, I
had my banquet. I had just said: "I will not eat any soup to-day, unless
it should happen to be _Zuppa d'herba_." Filomena took the lid off
and cried: _"A punto."_ This is how all my wishes are fulfilled
now. I had a fine, light red wine. It tasted so good that if the gods
had known it they would have poured their nectar into the washtub.
Filomena poured it out, singing:
L'acqua fa mare,
Il vino fa cantare;
Il sugo della gresta
Fa gira' la testa.
(Water is bad for one;
Wine makes one sing;
The juice of the grape
Makes the head swim.)
To-morrow I may go out. After Sunday, I shall leave off dining at home.
On Sunday Filomena goes to Camerino.
SECOND LONGER STAY ABROAD
(_Continued_)
Reflections on the Future of Denmark--Conversations with Giuseppe
Saredo--Frascati--Native Beauty--New Susceptibilities--Georges
Noufflard's Influence--The Sistine Chapel and Michael Angelo--Raphael's
Loggias--A Radiant Spring.
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Saredo said to me one day: "I am not going to flatter you--I have no
interest in doing so; but I am going to give you a piece of advice,
which you ought to think over.
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