Hadrian the Seventh

by Frederick Rolfe

"Oh everything about himself."

"John, look-up into these eyes a moment." The shy grey eyes readily soared into the shy brown eyes.

"How much has he told you about himself?"

"Oh everything: that's all."

"Everything?"

A fine flush tinged the fresh ivory face with coral: but the grey eyes did not waver. "Oh yes, everything."

"Can he sing?"

"Oh no, not a note—thank Heaven."

Hadrian withdrew His gaze. "And you think you like him very much?"