"Excellency, Sir Evelyn, friend ... tell me I may keep the paper."
The Englishman rose and turned his head away. "It is yours, Donna Roma—you must do as you please with it."
She kissed the paper and put it in her breast.
"Good-bye, dear friend."
He tried to answer, "Good-bye! God bless you!" But the words would not come.
"The Major!" said the voice of the sentry. The Commandant of the Castle came into the room.
"Ah! Major!" cried Roma.
"The doctor tells me you are better this morning."
"Much better."
"It is my duty—my unhappy duty—to bring you a painful message. The authorities, thinking your presence in Rome a cause of excitement to the populace, have decided to send you to Viterbo."