“Can they refuse him?”

“His demand involves a departure from established laws.  Were he to renounce the Calabrian lordships, the Neapolitan might lose more than he would gain; and to keep both is to infringe a law that is rarely suffered to be dormant.  I know little, daughter, of the interests of life; but there are enemies of the Republic who say that its servitude is not easy, and that it seldom bestows favors of this sort without seeking an ample equivalent.”

“Is this as it should be?  If Don Camillo Monforte has claims in Venice, whether it be to palaces on the canals, or to lands on the main; to honors in the state, or voice in the senate; justice should be rendered without delay, lest it be said the Republic vaunts more of the sacred quality than it practises.”

“Thou speakest as a guileless nature prompts.  It is the frailty of man, my daughter, to separate his public acts from the fearful responsibility of his private deeds; as if God, in endowing his being with reason and the glorious hopes of Christianity, had also endowed him with two souls, of which only one was to be cared for.”

“Are there not those, Father, who believe that, while the evil we commit as individuals is visited on our own persons, that which is done by states, falls on the nation?”

“The pride of human reason has invented diverse subtleties to satisfy its own longings, but it can never feed itself on a delusion more fatal than this!  The crime which involves others in its guilt or consequences, is doubly a crime, and though it be a property of sin to entail its own punishment, even in our present life, he trusts to a vain hope who thinks the magnitude of the offence will ever be its apology.  The chief security of our nature is to remove it beyond temptation, and he is safest from the allurements of the world who is farthest removed from its vices.  Though I would wish justice done to the noble Neapolitan, it may be for his everlasting peace that the additional wealth he seeks should be withheld.”

“I am unwilling to believe, Father, that a cavalier, who has shown himself so ready to assist the distressed, will easily abuse the gifts of fortune.”

The Carmelite fastened an uneasy look on the bright features of the young Venetian.  Parental solicitude and prophetic foresight were in his glance, but the expression was relieved by the charity of a chastened spirit.

“Gratitude to the preserver of thy life becomes thy station and sex; it is a duty.  Cherish the feeling, for it is akin to the holy obligation of man to his Creator.”

“Is it enough to feel grateful!” demanded Violetta.  “One of my name and alliances might do more.  We can move the patricians of my family in behalf of the stranger, that his protracted suit may come to a more speedy end.”

“Daughter, beware; the intercession of one in whom St. Mark feels so lively an interest, may raise up enemies to Don Camillo, instead of friends.”