Andrea fled.
In the Piazza del Quirinale a bra.s.s band was playing in front of the royal palace. Great waves of metallic music spread through the glowing air. The obelisk, the fountain, the statues looked enormous and seemed to glow as if impregnated with flame. Rome, immense and dominated by a battle of clouds, seemed to illumine the sky.
Half-demented, Andrea fled; through the Via del Quirinale, past the Quattro Fontane and the gates of the Palazzo Barberini with its many flashing windows and, at last, reached the Ca.s.sa Zuccari.
There the porters were just taking his purchases off a cart, vociferating loudly. Several of them were carrying the cabinet up the stairs with a good deal of difficulty.
He went in. As the cabinet occupied the whole width of the staircase, he could not pa.s.s. So he had to follow it, slowly, slowly, step by step, up to his door.
THE END