The thought of the poor young fellow who was to be shot kept me awake, and I thought at five o'clock that I heard the report of guns, but I was not sure. My imagination was so keen that I could have pictured anything to myself. The first thing the King said to me at luncheon was, "Did you hear this morning?" I told him I heard something, but I dreaded to think what it might have meant. "Alas!" he said, as his eyes filled with tears, "it is too true, I hate to think of it." We left Monza at three o'clock this afternoon, I cannot tell you how kind their Majesties were to me! The Queen kissed me good-by and said, "_Au revoir à Rome_." The King gave me his arm and went down the steps of the grand staircase of the principal entrance with me and put me himself in the landau. "You do not know what an honor this is," said Signor Peruzzi--as if I did not appreciate it! We drove to the station in state and traveled in the royal compartment to Milan.... We intended to leave for Rome and home this evening, but I feel too tired to do anything but send to you these few lines and go to bed. To-morrow night will find us in the Palazzo Tittoni, where the children already have arrived. ROME, _January, 1885_. Dear Aunt Maria,--Just now we are reveling in Liszt. Rome is wild over him, and one leaves no stone unturned in order to meet him. Fortunate are those who have even a glimpse of him, and thrice blessed are those who _know_ and hear him. He is the prince of musicians--in fact, he is treated like a prince. He always has the precedence over every one; even Ambassadors--so tenacious of their rights--give them up without hesitation. Every one is happy to pay this homage to genius. We met him the first time at M. de Schlözer's dinner. Schlözer, with his usual tact, plied him well with good food, gave him the best of wines and a superlative cigar. (Liszt is a great epicure and an inveterate smoker.) M. de Schlözer never mentioned the word "music," but made Liszt talk, and that was just the thing Liszt wanted to do, until, seeing that he was not expected to play, he was crazy to get to the piano. Finally he could not resist, and said to Schlözer, "Do play something for me!" "Never!" said Schlözer. "I would not dare." Then Liszt turned to me and asked me to sing. I also said, "I would not dare." Whereupon he said, "Well, since no one will do anything, I will play myself." (The Minghettis, von Keudell, and Count Arco, Schlözer's secretary, were the guests.) How divinely he played! He seemed to be inspired. Certainly the enthusiastic and sympathetic listeners were worthy to be his audience. "Do you still sing Massenet?" he said to me. "Do you recollect my dining with you in Paris, and your singing those exquisite songs?" "Recollect it!" I cried. "How do you think I could ever forget?" "Will you not sing? I will accompany you," he said. "Have you any of Massenet's songs?" "I have nothing with me to-night. I never dreamt of singing," I answered.