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Decorative priests, tall, with white shocks of hair and big cassocks; short priests, swarthy and greasy; noses thin as a knife; warty, fiery noses. Gross types; distinguished types; pale bloodless faces; red faces.... What a marvellous collection!" Preciozi listened to Caesar's observations and wondered if the Cardinal's nephew might be a trifle off his head.
"This intrusion of the country into Rome," said Caesar, "is what gives the city its romantic aspect. These hills with trees on them are very pretty." "Only pretty, Don Caesar? They are sublime," retorted Preciozi.
Making an effort with himself, he threw off this painful idea, and turning to Preciozi, asked: "So you believe that I might have made a nice career in the Church?" "You! I certainly do think so!" exclaimed Preciozi. "With a cardinal for uncle, che carriera you could have made!" "But are there enough different jobs in the Church?"
Then, together they went over to opposite the Castel Sant' Angelo, crossed the river, and approached the Piazza di San Pietro. The atmosphere was wonderfully clear and pure; the suave blue sky seemed to caress the pinnacles and decorations of the big square. Preciozi met a dirty friar, dark, with a black beard and a mouth from ear to ear.
Days later Caesar found out that there had been a great disturbance at the Altemps palace in consequence of the calls he had made. Preciozi had been punished and sent away from Rome, and the various Spanish monasteries and colleges warned not to receive Caesar. "My dear Caesar," said Kennedy, "I believe it will be very difficult for you to find what you want by looking for it.
The waiter had brought some cream-puffs and informed them that that was a dish every one ate that day. Laura and Preciozi praised the puffs, and Caesar said: "What an admirable religion ours is! For each day the church has a saint and a special dish. The truth is that the Catholic Church is very wise; it has broken all relations with science, but it remains in harmony with cooking.
As Preciozi was a moment ago saying with great exactitude, this close relation that exists between the Church and the kitchen is moving." "I said that to you?" asked Preciozi. "What a falsehood!" "Don't pay any attention," said Laura.
Preciozi got out at the Piazza Venezia and Caesar went on to the end of the Via Nazionale. "Where have you been?" asked Laura, on seeing him. "I've been taking a walk with the abbe." "It's evident that you find him more interesting than us women." "Preciozi is very interesting. He is a Machiavellian. He has a candour that is assumed and a dulness that is assumed.
I am ready to win battles for the Jewish bank, or against the Jewish bank, for the Church or against the Church." "For the Church is better. Against the Church we cannot assist you," said Preciozi. "I will try first, for the Church. To whom can you recommend me first?" The two abbes said nothing, and drank in silence. "Perhaps Verry would see him," said Cittadella. "Hm!..." replied Preciozi.
"No, there is no one here. Besides, I have to eat breakfast. Will you join me?" "No, thanks," said the monk. Caesar remembered having seen that face in the Altemps palace. He was doubtless one of the domestic monks who had been with the Abbe Preciozi. The waiter came bringing Caesar's breakfast. "Will you tell me what it is?" said Caesar to the ecclesiastic, while he filled his cup.
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