"I didn't expect you to come today. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Padre said, glancing at the book. "I'm going to send someone to ask if you can come here tonight. ”

"Is there anything important? I have an appointment tonight, but I can not go, if—"

"It doesn't matter, it's okay to come tomorrow. I want to see you because I'm leaving on Tuesday. I have been called to Rome. ”

"How long is it going to Rome?"

"The letter says, 'Until Easter.'" The letter was sent by the Vatican. I was going to tell you right away, but I've been busy with seminary matters and arranging for a new dean. ”

"But, Padre, of course you're not going to give up seminary, are you?"

"It can only be so. But I might go back to Pisa, at least for a while. ”

"But why would you give up this place?"

"Well, it's not officially announced yet, but I've been appointed bishop. ”

"Where's Padre!?"

"That's why I have to go to Rome. No decision has yet been made on whether to be promoted to bishop in the Apennines or to remain here as vicar. ”

"Have you chosen a new dean?"

"Father Cardi has been appointed dean, and he will be here tomorrow. ”

"Isn't it a little sudden?"

"Yes, but - the Vatican's decisions are sometimes not announced until the end. ”

"Do you know the new dean?"

"I haven't met, but he has a great reputation. Father Belloni, who was diligent in his pen, said he was a man of great learning. ”

"You will be sorely missed by the people in the seminary. ”

"I don't know about the seminary, but I'm sure you'll miss me, dear. You may miss me as much as I miss you. ”

"I'm definitely going to miss you. But despite this, I am very happy. ”

"I don't know what state of mind I am. He sat at the table, his face tired, and he didn't look like a man about to be promoted to a high position.

"Arthur, are you busy this afternoon?" he said after a while, "if you're not busy, I'd like you to stay with me for a while, for you can't come tonight." I don't think I'm feeling well. Before I leave, I want to see you as many times as I can. ”

"Okay, I can stay for a while. They were waiting for me at six o'clock. ”

"Going to a meeting?"

Arthur nodded, and then Montagneri hurriedly changed the subject.

"I want to talk to you about yourself. He said, "In my absence, you need another penitent priest." ”

"When you return, I can continue to confess to you, isn't that okay?"

"My dear child, how can you talk like that? Of course I'm just saying that I was away for three or four months. Would you like to go to one of the priests in the church of Santa Trina?"

"Good. ”

They talked about something else for a while, and then Arthur stood up.

"It's time for me to go, Padre. Those students will wait for me. ”

Montaniri's face was haggard again.

"Is the time up? You've almost lifted my depressed mood. Uh, goodbye. ”

"Goodbye. I'll definitely be here tomorrow. ”

"Try to come early, then I might have time to see you alone. Father Cardi will come here. Arthur, my child, be careful when I'm away. Don't be misled into doing something rash, at least until I return. You can't imagine how uneasy I am to leave you. ”

"There's no need for that, Padre. Everything was calm. It's still a long way off. ”

"Goodbye. Montagneri blurted out, then sat down at the table and took a pen to write.

When Arthur walked into the room where the students were holding a small assembly, the first person he saw was his childhood friend, Dr. Warren's daughter. She sat in a corner by the window, listening intently to one of the promoters speaking to her. It was a tall Lombard man wearing a shabby coat. She has changed in recent months, has grown rapidly, and now looks like a mature young woman, dressed as a schoolgirl, despite her thick black braids still hanging down her back.

She was dressed in black and had a black scarf wrapped around her head, because the wind was blowing in the room. On her chest is a string of cypress branches, the emblem of the Young Italian party. The promoter was enthusiastic and was describing to her the suffering of the Calabrian peasants. She listened quietly, one hand on her chin, her eyes on the ground. To Arthur, she seemed to be the devastated Lady Liberty, mourning the ruined Republic. (Julia would have thought she was just a wild girl who was growing too fast, with a sallow complexion, an irregular nose, and a dress made of old cloth that was too short.) ）

"Jim, you're here too!" he said. As the promoter was called to the other end of the room, he walked over to her. She was baptized by the strange name Jennifer, and as a result, the children were called "Jim". Her Italian classmates called her "Joma".

She was taken aback and looked up.

"Arthur, oh, I don't know about you - you belong in this place!"

"But I don't know about you. Jim, when were you—"

"You don't understand!" she immediately interjected. "I'm not a member here. It's just that I've done one or two little things. You know, I got to know Bini -- do you know Carlo Bini?"

"Of course I do. "Bini was the organiser of the Livorno section, and all of Fiz Italia knew him.

"Well, he talked to me about these things first, and then I asked him to take me to a student conference. He wrote to me that day asking me to go to Florence -- do you know what Christmas I did in Florence?"

"I don't get letters from home very often. ”

"Oh, yes! I stayed at Sister Wright's house anyway. (The Wright sisters were her classmates, and they moved to Florence.) Then Bini wrote to me and told me to pass by Pisa today when I got home, so I got here. Ahh ”

The lecture was about the ideal republic and what responsibilities young people should take in order to realize it. The speaker didn't know much about the subject, but Arthur listened with reverent respect. During this period, his brain was very lacking in critical abilities. In accepting a moral ideal, he swallows everything without thinking about whether he can digest it or not. After the lecture, there was a long discussion, and when it was over, the students began to disperse. He walked over to Joma, who was still sitting in the corner of the room.