y more towards
the North. In Italy the same is true; Milan and Turin, where the Saxon
and the Gaul predominate, are the real capitals of Italy. In Spain,
however, this does not happen. We are separated from the rest of Europe
by the Pyrenees, and joined to Africa by the sea and climate. Our plan
ought to be to construct a great European Empire, to impose our ideas on
the peninsula, and then to spread them everywhere.'"

XX. DON CALIXTO AT SAINT PETER'S

_DON CALIXTO UNDERSTANDS_

Kennedy was anxious that Caesar should turn into the good road. The good
road, for him, was art.

"At heart," the Englishman informed him, "I am one of those Brothers of
the Esthetic Doctrine who irritate you, and I must instruct you in the
faith."

"I am not opposed to your trying to instruct me."

The two went several times to see museums, especially the Vatican
museum.

One day, on leaving the Sistine Chapel, where they had had a long
discussion on the merits of Michelangelo, Caesar met the painter Cortes,
who came to speak to him.

"I am here with a gentleman from my town, who is a Senator," said
Cortes. "A boresome old boy. Shall I introduce him?"

"All right."

"He is an old fool who knows nothing about anything and talks about
everything."

Cortes presented Caesar to Don Calixto Garcia Guerrero, a man of some
fifty-odd, Senator and boss of the province of Zamora.

Don Calixto invited Caesar and Kennedy to dine with him. The Englishman
expressed regrets, and Caesar said he would go. They took leave of
Cortes and Don Calixto, and went out to the Piazza di San Pietro.

"I imagine you are going to be bored tomorrow dining with that old
countryman of yours," said Kennedy. "Oh, surely. He has all the signs
of a soporific person; but who knows? a type like that sometimes has
influence."

"So you are dining with him with a more or less practical object?"

"Why, of course."

The next evening, Caesar, in his evening clothes, betook himself to an
hotel in the Piazza di Spagna, where Don Calixto Garcia Guerrero was
staying. Don Calixto received him very cordially. He doubtless knew that
Caesar was nephew to Cardinal Fort and brother to a marchioness, and
doubtless that flattered Don Calixto.

Don Calixto honoured Caesar with an excellent dinner, and during dessert
became candid with him. He had come to Rome to put through his obtaining
a Papal title. He was a friend of the Spanish Ambassador to the Vatican,
and it wou