As a matter of course, the priest was one of the first to call at the palace and welcome the young nobleman back.  What passed between them at this interview never was precisely known; but it was surmised readily enough that some misunderstanding had taken place, for Father Rocco did not repeat his visit.  He made no complaints of Fabio, but simply stated that he had said something, intended for the young man’s good, which had not been received in a right spirit; and that he thought it desirable to avoid the painful chance of any further collision by not presenting himself at the palace again for some little time.  People were rather amazed at this.  They would have been still more surprised if the subject of the masked ball had not just then occupied all their attention, and prevented their noticing it, by another strange event in connection with the priest.  Father Rocco, some weeks after the cessation of his intercourse with Fabio, returned one morning to his old way of life as a sculptor, and opened the long-closed doors of his brother’s studio.

Luca Lomi’s former workmen, discovering this, applied to him immediately for employment; but were informed that their services would not be needed.  Visitors called at the studio, but were always sent away again by the disappointing announcement that there was nothing new to show them.  So the days passed on until Nanina left her situation and returned to Pisa.  This circumstance was duly reported to Father Rocco by his correspondent at Florence; but, whether he was too much occupied among the statues, or whether it was one result of his cautious resolution never to expose himself unnecessarily to so much as the breath of detraction, he made no attempt to see Nanina, or even to justify himself toward her by writing her a letter.  All his mornings continued to be spent alone in the studio, and all his afternoons to be occupied by his clerical duties, until the day before the masked ball at the Melani Palace.

Early on that day he covered over the statues, and locked the doors of the work-rooms once more; then returned to his own lodgings, and did not go out again.  One or two of his friends who wanted to see him were informed that he was not well enough to be able to receive them.  If they had penetrated into his little study, and had seen him, they would have been easily satisfied that this was no mere excuse.  They would have noticed that his face was startlingly pale, and that the ordinary composure of his manner was singularly disturbed.

Toward evening this restlessness increased, and his old housekeeper, on pressing him to take some nourishment, was astonished to hear him answer her sharply and irritably, for the first time since she had been in his service.  A little later her surprise was increased by his sending her with a note to the Ascoli Palace, and by the quick return of an answer, brought ceremoniously by one of Fabio’s servants.  “It is long since he has had any communication with that quarter.  Are they going to be friends again?” thought the housekeeper as she took the answer upstairs to her master.