He set out, and on the Saturday evening reached the Eternal City by the mail-coach.An apartment, as we have said, had been retained beforehand, and thus he had but to go to Signor Pastrini's hotel.But this was not so easy a matter, for the streets were thronged with people, and Rome was already a prey to that low and feverish murmur which precedes all great events; and at Rome there are four great events in every year, -- the Carnival, Holy Week, Corpus Christi, and the Feast of St.Peter.All the rest of the year the city is in that state of dull apathy, between life and death, which renders it similar to a kind of station between this world and the next -- a sublime spot, a resting-place full of poetry and character, and at which Franz had already halted five or six times, and at each time found it more marvellous and striking.At last he made his way through the mob, which was continually increasing and getting more and more turbulent, and reached the hotel.On his first inquiry he was told, with the impertinence peculiar to hired hackney-coachmen and inn-keepers with their houses full, that there was no room for him at the Hotel de Londres.Then he sent his card to Signor Pastrini, and asked for Albert de Morcerf.This plan succeeded; and Signor Pastrini himself ran to him, excusing himself for having made his excellency wait, scolding the waiters, taking the candlestick from the porter, who was ready to pounce on the traveller and was about to lead him to Albert, when Morcerf himself appeared.
The apartment consisted of two small rooms and a parlor.The two rooms looked onto the street -- a fact which Signor Pastrini commented upon as an inappreciable advantage.The rest of the floor was hired by a very rich gentleman who was supposed to be a Sicilian or Maltese; but the host was unable to decide to which of the two nations the traveller belonged."Very good, signor Pastrini," said Franz; "but we must have some supper instantly, and a carriage for tomorrow and the following days.""As to supper," replied the landlord, "you shall be served immediately; but as for the carriage" --"What as to the carriage?" exclaimed Albert."Come, come, Signor Pastrini, no joking; we must have a carriage.""Sir," replied the host, "we will do all in our power to procure you one -- this is all I can say.""And when shall we know?" inquired Franz.
"To-morrow morning," answered the inn-keeper.
"Oh, the deuce! then we shall pay the more, that's all, Isee plainly enough.At Drake's or Aaron's one pays twenty-five lire for common days, and thirty or thirty-five lire a day more for Sundays and feast days; add five lire a day more for extras, that will make forty, and there's an end of it.""I am afraid if we offer them double that we shall not procure a carriage.""Then they must put horses to mine.It is a little worse for the journey, but that's no matter.""There are no horses." Albert looked at Franz like a man who hears a reply he does not understand.
"Do you understand that, my dear Franz -- no horses?" he said, "but can't we have post-horses?""They have been all hired this fortnight, and there are none left but those absolutely requisite for posting.""What are we to say to this?" asked Franz.
"I say, that when a thing completely surpasses my comprehension, I am accustomed not to dwell on that thing, but to pass to another.Is supper ready, Signor Pastrini?""Yes, your excellency."
"Well, then, let us sup."
"But the carriage and horses?" said Franz.
"Be easy, my dear boy; they will come in due season; it is only a question of how much shall be charged for them."Morcerf then, with that delighted philosophy which believes that nothing is impossible to a full purse or well-lined pocketbook, supped, went to bed, slept soundly, and dreamed he was racing all over Rome at Carnival time in a coach with six horses.