Adrian gazed on the working features of the old man, whose selfishness thus preserved him from crime.  He listened to his concluding words—­full of the dark truth of the times; and as the high and pure ambition of Rienzi flashed upon him in contrast, he felt that he could not blame its fervour, or wonder at its excess.

“And then, too,” resumed the Baron, speaking more deliberately as he recovered his self-possession, “this man, by way of a warning, shows me, at a glance, his whole ignorance of the state.  What think you? he has mingled with the mob, and taken their rank breath for power; yes, he thinks words are soldiers, and bade me—­me, Stephen Colonna—­beware—­of whom, think you?  No, you will never guess!—­of that speech-maker, Rienzi! my own old jesting guest!  Ha! ha! ha!—­the ignorance of these barbarians!  Ha! ha! ha! and the old man laughed till the tears ran down his cheeks.

“Yet many of the nobles fear that same Rienzi,” said Adrian, gravely.

“Ah! let them, let them!—­they have not our experience—­our knowledge of the world, Adrian.  Tut, man,—­when did declamation ever overthrow castles, and conquer soldiery?  I like Rienzi to harangue the mob about old Rome, and such stuff; it gives them something to think of and prate about, and so all their fierceness evaporates in words; they might burn a house if they did not hear a speech.  But, now I am on that score, I must own the pedant has grown impudent in his new office; here, here,—­I received this paper ere I rose today.  I hear a similar insolence has been shown to all the nobles.  Read it, will you,” and the Colonna put a scroll into his kinsman’s hand.

“I have received the like,” said Adrian, glancing at it.  “It is a request of Rienzi’s to attend at the Church of St. John of Lateran, to hear explained the inscription on a Table just discovered.  It bears, he saith, the most intimate connexion with the welfare and state of Rome.”

“Very entertaining, I dare to say, to professors and bookmen.  Pardon me, kinsman; I forgot your taste for these things; and my son, Gianni, too, shares your fantasy.  Well, well! it is innocent enough!  Go—­the man talks well.”

“Will you not attend, too?”

“I—­my dear boy—­I!” said the old Colonna, opening his eyes in such astonishment that Adrian could not help laughing at the simplicity of his own question.

Chapter 2.II.  The Interview, and the Doubt.

As Adrian turned from the palace of his guardian, and bent his way in the direction of the Forum, he came somewhat unexpectedly upon Raimond, bishop of Orvietto, who, mounted upon a low palfrey, and accompanied by some three or four of his waiting-men, halted abruptly when he recognised the young noble.