k the police had made a
domiciliary perquisition in the apartment, carried off his papers and
sealed up his rooms.

"Have no fear for him," said Roma, and then she asked about Bruno. All
they knew was that Bruno had been arrested and locked up in the prison
called Regina C[oe]li.

"Poor Bruno! He'll be dying to know what is happening here," said Elena.

"I'll see him," said Roma.

It was well she had come early. In the stupefaction of their sorrow the
three poor souls were like helpless children and had done nothing. Roma
sent the Garibaldian to the sanitary office for the doctor who was to
verify the death, to the office of health to register it, and to the
municipal office to arrange for the funeral. It was to be a funeral of
the third category, with a funeral car of two horses and a coach with
liveried coachmen. The grave was to be one of the little vaults, the
Fornelli, set apart for children. The priest was to be instructed to buy
many candles and order several Frati. The expense would be great, but
Roma undertook to bear it, and when she left the house the old people
kissed her hands again and loaded her with blessings.

II

The Roman prison with the extraordinary name, "The Queen of Heaven," is
a vast yellow building on the Trastevere side of the river. Behind it
rises the Janiculum, in front of it runs the Tiber, and on both sides of
it are narrow lanes cut off by high walls.

On the morning after the insurrection a great many persons had gathered
at the entrance of this prison. Old men, who were lame or sick or nearly
blind, stood by a dead wall which divides the street from the Tiber, and
looked on with dazed and vacant eyes. Younger men nearer the entrance
read the proclamations posted up on the pilasters. One of these was the
proclamation of the Prefect announcing the state of siege; another was
the proclamation of the Royal Commissioner calling on citizens to
consign all the arms in their possession to the Chief of Police under
pain of imprisonment.

In the entrance-hall there was a crowd of women, each carrying a basket
or a bundle in a handkerchief. They were young and old, dressed
variously as if from different provinces, but nearly all poor, untidy,
and unkempt.

An iron gate was opened, and an officer, two soldiers, and a warder came
out to take the food which the women had brought for their relatives
imprisoned within. Then there was a terrible tumult. "Mr.