Vittoria

Count Serabiglione would work himself up in the climax of denunciation, and then look abroad frankly as one whose spirit had been relieved. He hated bad men; and it was besides necessary for him to denounce somebody, and get relief of some kind. Italians edged away from him. He was beginning to feel that he had no country. The detested title ‘Young Italy’ hurried him into fits of wrath. ‘I am, ’ he said, ‘one of the Old Italians, if a distinction is to be made.