A MONTH later Paolo della Rocca led his
wife through what had once been his mother's
chambers at Palestrina, and which were now
prepared for her, with all thefr wide windows
unclosed and looking out to the rose and golden
afternoon glories of the bright south-west.
In the Uttle oratory, which opened out of the
bed-chamber, there was hung an altar picture; it
was the picture of San Cipriano il Mago.
" Take it as my marriage gift,'* he mm'mured
to her. "You threw away your magic wand
and renounced the world for me,—oh, my love,
my love! God grant you the Saints* reward! "