'My lord's caprices' (Ferrari wrote) 'have kept us perpetually on the
move. He is becoming incurably restless. I suspect he is uneasy in his mind.
Painful recollections, I should say — I find him constantly reading old
letters, when her ladyship is not present. We were to have stopped at Genoa,
but he hurried us on. The same thing at Florence. Here, at Rome, my lady
insists on resting. Her brother has met us at this place. There has been a
quarrel already (the lady's maid tells me) between my lord and the Baron.
The latter wanted to borrow money of the former. His lordship refused in
language which offended Baron Rivar. My lady pacified them, and made
them shake hands.'
