map. It is,
after Roveredo, straight up the Adige, by Bolzano . . . say "Botzen."'

'"Botz,"' said Luigi, submissively.

'"Botz"--"Botz"--ass! fool! double idiot! "Botzon!"' Antonio-Pericles
corrected him furiously, exclaiming to the sovereign skies, 'Though I pay
for brains, can I get them! No. But make a fiasco, Luigi, and not a
second ten for you, my friend: and away, out of my sight, show yourself
no more!'

Luigi humbly said that he was not the instrument of a fiasco.

Half spurning him, Antonio-Pericles snarled an end both to his advices
and his prophetic disgust of the miserable tools furnished unto masterly
minds upon this earth. He paced forward and back, murmuring in French,
'Mon Dieu! was there ever such a folly as in the head of this girl? It is
her occasion:--Shall I be a Star? Shall I be a Cinder? It is tomorrow
night her moment of Birth! No; she prefers to be extinguished. For what?
For this thing she calls her country. It is infamous. Yes, vile little
cheat! But, do you know Antonio-Pericles? Not yet. I will nourish you, I
will imprison you: I will have you tortured by love, by the very devil of
love, by the red-hot pincers of love, till you scream a music, and die
to melt him with your voice, and kick your country to the gutter, and
know your Italy for a birthplace and a cradle of Song, and no more, and
enough! Bah!'

Having thus delivered himself of the effervescence of his internal
agitation, he turned sharply round upon Luigi, with a military stamp of
the foot and shout of the man's name.

'It is love she wants,' Antonio-Pericles resumed his savage soliloquy.
'She wants to be kindled on fire. Too much Government of brain; not
sufficient Insurrection of heart! There it is. There it lies. But, little
fool! you shall find people with arms and shots and cannon running all up
and down your body, firing and crying out "Victory for Love!" till you
are beaten, till you gasp "Love! love! love!" and then comes a
beatific--oh! a heaven and a hell to your voice. I will pay,' the excited
connoisseur pursued more deliberately: 'I will pay half my fortune to
bring this about. I am fortified, for I know such a voice was sent to be
sublime.' He exclaimed in an ecstasy: 'It opens the skies!' and
immediately appended: 'It is destined to suffocate the theatres!'

Pausing as before a splendid vision: 'Money--let it go like dust! I have
an object. Sandra Belloni--you stupid Vittoria Campa!--I have millions
and th