第41章 Chapter 9(5)

So away we came into the blaze of him in the Piazza Pitti;precisely opposite the Grand Duke's palace;I with my remorse,and poor Robert without a single reproach.Any other man,a little lower than the angels,would have stamped and sworn a little for the mere relief of the thing --but as to HIS being angry with MEfor any cause except not eating enough dinner,the said sun would turn the wrong way first.So here we are in the Pitti till April,in small rooms yellow with sunshine from morning till evening,and most days I am able to get out into the piazza and walk up and down for twenty minutes without feeling a breath of the actual winter ...

And Miss Boyle,ever and anon,comes at night,at nine o'clock,to catch us at hot chestnuts and mulled wine,and warm her feet at our fire --and a kinder,more cordial little creature,full of talent and accomplishment never had the world's polish on it.Very amusing she is too,and original;and a good deal of laughing she and Robert make between them.

And this is nearly all we see of the Face Divine --I can't make Robert go out a single evening....'

We have five extracts for 1848.One of these,not otherwise dated,describes an attack of sore-throat which was fortunately Mr.Browning's last;and the letter containing it must have been written in the course of the summer.

'...My husband was laid up for nearly a month with fever and relaxed sore-throat.Quite unhappy I have been over those burning hands and languid eyes --the only unhappiness I ever had by him.

And then he wouldn't see a physician,and if it had not been that just at the right moment Mr.Mahoney,the celebrated Jesuit,and "Father Prout"of Fraser,knowing everything as those Jesuits are apt to do,came in to us on his way to Rome,pointed out to us that the fever got ahead through weakness,and mixed up with his own kind hand a potion of eggs and port wine;to the horror of our Italian servant,who lifted up his eyes at such a preion for fever,crying,"O Inglesi!Inglesi!"the case would have been far worse,I have no kind of doubt,for the eccentric preion gave the power of sleeping,and the pulse grew quieter directly.

I shall always be grateful to Father Prout --always.'May 28.

'...And now I must tell you what we have done since I wrote last,little thinking of doing so.You see our problem was,to get to England as much in summer as possible,the expense of the intermediate journeys making it difficult of solution.On examination of the whole case,it appeared manifest that we were throwing money into the Arno,by our way of taking furnished rooms,while to take an apartment and furnish it would leave us a clear return of the furniture at the end of the first year in exchange for our outlay,and all but a free residence afterwards,the cheapness of furniture being quite fabulous at the present crisis....

In fact we have really done it magnificently,and planted ourselves in the Guidi Palace in the favourite suite of the last Count (his arms are in scagliola on the floor of my bedroom).

Though we have six beautiful rooms and a kitchen,three of them quite palace rooms and opening on a terrace,and though such furniture as comes by slow degrees into them is antique and worthy of the place,we yet shall have saved money by the end of this year....

Now I tell you all this lest you should hear dreadful rumours of our having forsaken our native land,venerable institutions and all,whereas we remember it so well (it's a dear land in many senses),that we have done this thing chiefly in order to make sure of getting back comfortably,...a stone's throw,too,it is from the Pitti,and really in my present mind I would hardly exchange with the Grand Duke himself.