We left that blessed village of Orsaro two days after I wrote to you
by the Earl of Guzeberry, and came on here, by easy stages, as we were
obliged to ride mules for more than half the way. Our journey was, of
course, fatiguing, but unattended by any other inconvenience than K.
I.'s usual temper about the food, the beds, and the hotel charges as we
came along. He would n't fast, nor do a single penance on the road; nor
would he join in chanting a Litany with Father James, but threatened
to sing "Nora Chrina," if we did n't stop. And though Lord George was
greatly shocked, James was just as bad as his father. Father Giacomo
kept whispering to me from time to time, "We 'll come to grief for this.
We 'll have to pay for all this impiety, Mrs. D.;" till at last he got
my nerves in such a state that I thought we 'd be swept away at every
blast of wind from the mountains, or carried down by every torrent that
crossed the road. I couldn't pass a bridge without screeching; and as
to fording a stream, it was an attack of hysterics. These, of course,
delayed us greatly, and it was a good day when we got over eight miles.
For all that, the girls seemed to like it. Cary had her sketch-book
always open; and Mary Anne used to go fishing with Lord G. and James,
and contrived, as she said, to make the time pass pleasantly enough.
I saw very little of K. I., for I was always at some devotional
exercise; and, indeed, I was right glad of it, for his chief amusement
was getting Father James into an argument, and teasing and insulting him
so that I only wondered why he did n't leave us at once and forever. He
never ceased, too, gibing and jeering about the miracles of Orsaro; and
one night, when he had got quite beyond all bounds, laughing at Father
G., he told him, "Faith," says he, "you 're the most credulous man ever
I met in my life; for it seems to me that you can believe anything but
the Christian religion."
From that moment Father G. only shook his hands at him, and would n't
discourse.
This is the way we got to Genoa, where, because we arrived at night,
they kept us waiting outside the gates of the town till the commandant
of the fortress had examined our passports; K. I. all the while abusing
the authorities, and blackguarding the governor in a way that would have
cost us dear, if it was n't that nobody could understand his Italian.
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