who, as we
know, arrived just at the moment when the devils fell upon Signor
Pasquale, and were going to take him away, as the dead men had taken
the Pyramid Doctor.

Bat in the thick of the fight, one of the young painters had distinctly
seen a fellow hurrying away towards the gate with Marianna, in a
fainting state, in his arms, followed by Pasquale, who was rushing
along at an incredible rate, as if his veins were running quicksilver.
There was, moreover, some glimmering object visible by the torch-light
hanging on to his cloak, and whining, probably Pitichinaccio.

Next morning Doctor Splendiano was discovered at the Pyramid of
Cestius, rolled up in a ball and immersed in his periwig, fast asleep,
as though in a warm, soft nest. When they woke him, he talked
incoherently, and it was hard to convince him that he was still in this
visible life and, moreover, in Rome. When, at length, he was taken to
his house, he thanked the Virgin and all the Saints for his rescue,
threw all his tinctures, essences, electuaries, and powders out of
window, made a bonfire of his recipes, and for the future healed his
patients in no other manner than by laying his hands upon them and
stroking them, as a celebrated physician used to do before him (who was
a Saint into the bargain, but whose name I cannot think of at the
moment), with much success, for his patients died as well as the
other's, and before their deaths saw heaven open, and anything that the
Saint pleased.

"I do not know," said Antonio, next day, to Salvator, "what fury has
blazed up within me since some of my blood was spilt. Death and
destruction to the miserable, ignoble Capuzzi! Do you know, Salvator,
that I have made up my mind to get into his house by force; and if he
makes any resistance, I will run him through, and carry Marianna off."

"Glorious idea!" exclaimed Salvator. "A truly happy inspiration. I have
no doubt you have also devised the means of carrying Marianna through
the air to the Piazza di Spagna, so that you may reach that place of
sanctuary before they have arrested you and hanged you! No, no, dear
Antonio, there is nothing to be done in this affair by violence, and
you may be quite certain that Signor Capuzzi will be too well prepared
for anything in the shape of an open attack. Besides this, our escapade
has attracted a great deal of attention; and more than that, the
laughable style in which we set about our little piece of entertainment
with S