procure a window to view it from, you are much too late.”
“Oh, no,” answered Franz, “I had no such intention; and even if I had felt a wish to witness the spectacle, I might have done so from Monte Pincio—could I not?”
“Ah!” exclaimed mine host, “I did not think it likely your excellency would have chosen to mingle with such a rabble as are always collected on that hill, which, indeed, they consider as exclusively belonging to themselves.”
“Very possibly I may not go,” answered Franz; “but in case I feel disposed, give me some particulars of today’s executions.”
“What particulars would your excellency like to hear?”
“Why, the number of persons condemned to suffer, their names, and description of the death they are to die.”
“That happens just lucky, your excellency! Only a few minutes ago they brought