And in connection with all that freshness and fragrance and beauty of spring, he thought unavoidably of what had seemed to his new-quickened heart its very expression, its chiefest adornment--the gentle order he loved in so general and devoted a way. His conjuring head filled with charming phantoms, pathetic to his sense at this juncture; they passed, exquisite pageant, leaving as if a perfume of themselves through the halls of his mind, not one little grace, one foolish trick, one dainty manner of being, lost on his worshipping sensibility: silver laughter--odors of violets--sunny loose hairs and white hand tucking them behind the ear--pretty feet tiptoeing across the street in bad weather--pouted lips cooing to a baby, or quaintly attempting its own language to a bird--languid attitudes--belts of a span--caprices--teasing humors--tenderness--pity for small creatures--long lashes blinking a tear--queenly bearing--rods of lily held over bowing heads with such assurance of power as never a sceptre--aye, power greater than any emperor's, founded, dear God--upon what? at the mercy--of what? And he yearned and grieved over them, poor youth, as if he had been their maker. PAULA IN ITALY On his way down-stairs Prospero came upon the _padrona di casa_. She stood at the door of the first floor, which he had supposed untenanted, the windows on the street being always dark. She looked pleased, anxious, and full of business. "Just step in for a moment, signorino," she said, "and tell me what it seems to you." The young man followed her. The windows of the apartment were wide open--most likely to let in the heat, for to lean forth beyond the chill boundary of the stone walls was like dipping into a warm bath. The long, old, neatly darned lace curtains waved gently in the April air. The stone floors had been sprinkled; a pleasant freshness arose from them. Everything had an air of having just been gone over with a damp dust-cloth; everything that could be furbished shone to the utmost of its capacity. The little woman led Prospero into the large _sala_, from which, through several open doors, one got glimpses of other airy chambers. The great height of the ceiling--increased to illusion by the cunning of the fresco, which professed to open into the sky itself, and show a flight of rosy cupids tumbling among the clouds--had the effect of dwarfing the furniture, even the gigantic vases under their shining bells. The seats were placed about in social groups; in the embrasure of the balcony window stood a small table supporting a coral-colored coffee service, lately placed between two low chairs, with a view to spreading about suggestions of cosiness--the joys of intimate life. "I see that you are expecting a tenant," said Prospero.