"They themselves have taught me to do both; to love them and not to hate their enemies. Your Italians are the least vindictive of all races of men."
"Merthyr, Merthyr!" went Lady Gosstre; Lady Charlotte murmuring aloud: "And in the third chapter of the Book of Paradox you will find these words."
"We afford a practical example and forgive them, do we not?" Mr. Powys smiled at Emilia.
She looked round her, and reddened a little.
"So long as you do not write that Christian word with the point of a stiletto!" said Lady Charlotte.
"You are not mad about the Italians?" Wilfrid addressed her.
"Not mad about anything, I hope. If I am to choose, I prefer the Austrians. A very gentlemanly set of men! At least, so I find them always. Capital horsemen!"
"I will explain to you how it must be," said Mr. Powys to Emilia. "An artistic people cannot hate long. Hotly for the time, but the oppression gone, and even in the dream of its going, they are too human to be revengeful."
"Do we understand such very deep things?" said Lady Gosstre, who was near enough to hear clearly.
"Yes: for if I ask her whether she can hate when her mind is given to music, she knows that she cannot. She can love."