CHAPTER X THE DOOR OF FRA PANDOLE
They followed Donna Beatrice and Tarsis across the figured expanse of pavement, down the grand staircase and through the portico to the gardens. Beyond the yellow wall at the backward limit they could see the red roofs of Via Cappuccini—humble abodes of workmen partly screened by the trees. All about them nature had opened her poetry book. Plants in the great urns were dappled with snowy fairness, the maples showed richly green, the magnolias were unfolding their eager beauty, and the air was rapturous with the voices of birds. When they had looked upon the row of swishing tails in the stable and surveyed the store of motor cars Donna Beatrice remarked to Tarsis, she and he standing apart from the others:
“I perceive that your wife cannot escape happi
