Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Rome, 30 June. . . . Caprarola ! Fifty kilometres divide Rome from that historic castle of the house of Farnese, on the road to Viterbo, where you are passing the first days of your honeymoon, Lady Montagu. Within one hour by motor-car—flying over the great Roman Campagna—I could reach you, look for you, wait for you and perhaps see you —O newly wedded bride. Meanwhile I am stuck here, inactive and fuming as if oceans divided us ; meanwhile I am condemned to a raging solitude here, in which I stretch out my arms to heaven, cursing my lot—alas !—in vain, and I am forced to consume myself with anger, to weep with rage, crying out against you, calling a hundred times your name, that one of yore, crying out against that castle that holds you, that confines you—Caprarola ! Caprarola ! How, where, what is this ancient castle whither he has carried you away for a month, or for I-know not how many days ? It has been the abode for three years, has it not, of his friend, the great English painter, Temperley ? A house in which Temperley no longer resides, so he has hospitably ceded it to him for a month or—my God !—for how long ? Caprarola, fantastic name, terrible name, that leaps to my mind, that springs in my soul and has set fire to my blood with an inextinguishable flame. Caprarola I What is this perhaps gloomy, tragic castle, where someone must have died horribly, where some tender woman must have had her throat cut in ancient times, where some horrible crime must have stained with blood some room, where the cries of the dying must have disturbed for ever the echoes of its princely halls. Caprarola! A name of death for me, as my veins boil with the rush of overheated blood that pulsates at my heart and brain. Caprarola ! What is it ? Tell me, Lady Montagu, newly wedded bri...