Part 7 (1/2)

”I think that is very doubtful,” said Rollo; ”but nevertheless I will give him the card.”

So Rollo and Charles bade the mosaic man good by, and went away.

They had been so much interested in what they had seen in the mosaic shop, and their attention, now that they had left it, was so much occupied with looking at the display of mosaics and cameos which they saw in the little show cases along the street, that Rollo forgot entirely his resolve to take an observation, so as not to lose his way.

The boys walked on together until they came to a long and straight, though not very wide street, which was so full of animation and bustle, and was bordered, moreover, on each side by so many gay looking shops, that Rollo said he was satisfied it must be one of the princ.i.p.al streets of the town.

It was, in fact, the princ.i.p.al street in the town. The street is called _the Corso_. It runs in a straight line from the Porto del Popolo, which I have already described, into the very heart of the city. It is near the inner end of this street that the great region of ancient ruins begins.

Rollo and Charles began to walk along the Corso, looking at the shops as they went on. They were obliged, however, to walk in the middle of the street, for the sidewalks, where there were any, were so narrow and irregular as to be of very little service. Indeed, almost all the pedestrians walked in the middle of the street. Now and then a carriage came along, it is true, but the people in that case opened to the right and left, and let it go by.

After going on for some distance, Charles began to look about him somewhat uneasily.

”Rollo,” said he, ”are you sure that we can find our way home again?”

”O! I forgot about the way home,” said Rollo; ”but never mind; I can find it easily enough. I can inquire. What is the name of the hotel?”

”I don't know,” said Charles.

”Don't know?” repeated Rollo, in a tone of surprise. ”Don't know the name of the hotel where you are lodging?”

”No,” said Charles, ”we only came last night, and I don't know the name of the hotel at all.”

”Nor of the street that it is in?” asked Rollo.

”No,” said Charles.

”Then,” said Rollo, in rather a desponding tone, ”I don't know what we shall do.”

Just then a carriage was seen coming along; and Rollo and Charles, who had stopped suddenly in the middle of the street, in their surprise and alarm, were obliged to run quick to get out of the way. The carriage was a very elegant one in red and gold, and there were two elegantly dressed footmen standing behind.

”That must be a cardinal's carriage,” said Rollo, when the carriage had gone by.

”How do you know?” asked Charles.

”Uncle George told me about them,” said Rollo. ”You see Rome and all the country about here is under the government of the pope, and the chief officers of his government are the cardinals; and uncle George told me that they ride about in elegant carriages, in red and gold, very splendid and gay. We saw one of them, too, when we were coming into town.”

Charles watched the carriage a minute or two, until it had gone some distance away, and then turning to Rollo again, he said,--

”And how about finding our way home again, Rollo?”

”Ah!” said Rollo, ”in regard to that I don't know. We shall have to take a carriage when we want to go home, so we may as well go on and have our walk out. We are lost now, and we can't be any more lost go where we will.”

So the boys walked on. Presently they came to a large square, with an immense column standing in the centre of it. This column was so similar to the little model which Rollo had seen at the hotel, that he exclaimed at once that it was the same. It had a spiral line of sculptures winding round and round it, from the base to the summit. The figures, however, were very much corroded and worn away, as were indeed all the angles and edges of the base, and of the capital of the column, by the tooth of time. The column had been standing there for eighteen or twenty centuries.

”I saw a model of that very column,” said Rollo, ”in a little room at the hotel. It is the column of Trajan. I'll prove it to you.”

So Rollo asked a gentleman, who was standing on the sidewalk with a Murray's Guide Book in his hand, and who Rollo knew, by that circ.u.mstance, was an English or American visitor, if that was not the column of Trajan.

”No,” said the gentleman; ”it is the column of Antonine.”