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Shortly afterwards he painted two great chambers at Bracciano for Signor Paolo Giordano Orsini, which were very beautiful and richly adorned with stucco-work and gold; in one the stories of Cupid and Psyche, and in the second, which had been begun previously by others, some stories of Alexander the Great; and others that remained for him to paint, continuing the history of the same Alexander, he caused to be executed by his brother Federigo, who acquitted himself very well.
But at the same time he was not old enough, nor independent enough, to exhibit his feelings on all occasions. Don Paolo exercised a dominant influence in the Pandolfi household. He had the advantage of being calm, grave, and thoroughly in earnest, not easily ruffled nor roused to anger, any more than he was easily hurt.
It is certainly probable that Paolo's wife lived with his family during his wanderings, because it is the true Italian custom, and Baccio was in that case born in his uncle's house; for it is not till 1480 that we find Paolo retired from trade and set up in a house of his own in Florence at the gate of S. Pier Gattolini, now the Porta Romana.
If Paolo had not been there the women would have listened patiently enough, and would doubtless have reaped some good from his reasonable discourse.
It is well that they should become accustomed to harder work." They passed without a question through the gate, and following the example of other vendors of wood, of whom they saw several, Paolo began to shout, "Large faggots for sale!" It was not long before a door opened and a woman beckoned him. "How much do you want for the whole?" "A crown and a half," Paolo said.
"You are not tired, I hope, Paolo?" he asked as they walked back. "No, master; we have taken three days to do what you did in one, and have fatigued neither ourselves nor our beasts." "That is well, for I am going to start on a journey this afternoon, that is to say, if I can manage to make my arrangements." "May I ask where you are going, master?"
I was trembling under her touch trembling, my every nerve a-quiver and my breath shortened and suddenly there flashed through my mind a line of Dante's in the story of Paolo and Francesca: "Quel giorno piu non vi leggemo avanti." Giuliana's words: "Let us read no more to-day" had seemed an echo of that line, and the echo made me of a sudden conscious of an unsuspected parallel.
Feeling sure that the guards would all be placed along the edge of the wood, they moved forward again, stopping every few yards to listen. There was no doubt now that they were close to a large body of sleepers. Occasional snores, broken murmurs, and a sound as one turned from side to side rose from in front of them. "You go round on one side, I will go round on the other, Paolo.
"I told you Uncle Paolo would know what to do," said Lucia. "He is so good and so courageous. I would not like to face papa this morning. Will you really go, Uncle Paolo?" The young girl went and took down his cloak and hat from a peg on the wall, and brought them to him. "Of course I will go, and at once," he answered. "But I must give you a word of advice."
"There is no fear of their seeing us, unless we happen to run into the very arms of the sentry," Hector said encouragingly; "we shall only have the moat to swim; and as, according to the plan, it is nothing like so wide as that we passed before, we shall have no trouble with it." "Ah! here it is," Paolo groaned. "Nonsense!" Hector said. "One cold bath more or less makes no difference now.
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