It was with great sadness that Fabrice went to the reasonable notice. Transports of joy worthy of a child of fifteen marked the reception that the count was to the Duchess, whom he called his wife. It was long without wanting to talk politics, and when finally it came to the sad reason:
– You have done well to prevent Fabrizio from arriving officially, we are here in full reaction. Guess the colleague that the prince gave me as minister of justice! Rassi is, my dear, Rassi, I treated it like a beggar on the day of our major business. By the way, I warn you that we have removed everything that has happened here. If you read our newspaper, you will see a clerk of the citadel, named Barbone, died of a fall in car. As for the sixty-so naughty that I killed with rifle bullets, when they attacked the statue of the prince in the gardens, they are doing quite well, only they are traveling. Count Zurla, Interior Minister, went himself to the home of each of these unfortunate hero, and gave fifteen sequins to their families or friends, with orders to say that the deceased was traveling, and very explicit threat of prison if we ventured to hear that he was killed. A man of my own department, Foreign Affairs, was sent on a mission to journalists in Milan and Turin, so we do not mean the unfortunate event is the word on this man must grow up Paris and London in order to dispel all the newspapers, and almost officially, all we could say our troubles. Another agent was sent to Bologna and Florence. I shrugged.