"The delegates of police have received the strictest orders not to give the word to the military until an overt act of resistance has been committed. That is necessary as well for the safety of our poor deluded people as for our own credit in the eyes of the world. But an act of rebellion in such a case is a little thing, Mr. Minghelli."
Again Minghelli bent his head.
"A blow, a shot, a shower of stones, and the peace is broken and the delegate is justified."
A third time Minghelli bent his head.
"Unfortunately, in the sorrowful circumstances in which the city is placed, an overt act of resistance is quite sure to be committed."
Minghelli flecked a speck of dust from his spotless cuff and said:
"Quite sure, your Excellency."
There was another moment of profound silence, in which Roma felt her heart beat violently.
"Adieu, Mr. Minghelli. Tell my secretary as you pass out that I wish to dictate a letter."
The letter was to the Minister of Foreign Affairs.