But father and son concurred in the fondness for snakes,and in a singular predilection for owls;and they had not been long established in Warwick Crescent,when a bird of that family was domesticated there.We shall hear of it in a letter from Mr.Browning.
Of his son's moral quality as quite a little child his father has told me pretty and very distinctive stories,but they would be out of place here.
He was sometimes allowed to play with a little boy not of his own class --perhaps the son of a 'contadino'.The child was unobjectionable,or neither Penini nor his parents would have endured the association;but the servants once thought themselves justified in treating him cavalierly,and Pen flew indignant to his mother,to complain of their behaviour.Mrs.Browning at once sought little Alessandro,with kind words and a large piece of cake;but this,in Pen's eyes,only aggravated the offence;it was a direct reflection on his visitor's quality.'He doesn't tome for take,'he burst forth;'he tomes because he is my friend.'How often,since I heard this first,have we repeated the words,'he doesn't tome for take,'
in half-serious definition of a disinterested person or act!
They became a standing joke.
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Mrs.Browning seems now to have adopted the plan of writing independent letters to her sister-in-law;and those available for our purpose are especially interesting.The buoyancy of tone which has habitually marked her communications,but which failed during the winter in Rome,reasserts itself in the following extract.Her maternal comments on Peni and his perfections have hitherto been so carefully excluded,that a brief allusion to him may be allowed on the present occasion.
1857.
'My dearest Sarianna,...Here is Penini's letter,which takes up so much room that I must be sparing of mine --and,by the way,if you consider him improved in his writing,give the praise to Robert,who has been taking most patient pains with him indeed.
You will see how the little curly head is turned with carnival doings.
So gay a carnival never was in our experience,for until last year (when we were absent)all masks had been prohibited,and now everybody has eaten of the tree of good and evil till not an apple is left.
Peni persecuted me to let him have a domino --with tears and embraces --he "ALMOST NEVER in all his life had had a domino,"and he would like it so.
Not a black domino!no --he hated black --but a blue domino,trimmed with pink!that was his taste.The pink trimming I coaxed him out of,but for the rest,I let him have his way....For my part,the universal madness reached me sitting by the fire (whence I had not stirred for three months),and you will open your eyes when I tell you that I went (in domino and masked)to the great opera-ball.Yes!I did,really.
Robert,who had been invited two or three times to other people's boxes,had proposed to return their kindness by taking a box himself at the opera this night,and entertaining two or three friends with galantine and champagne.Just as he and I were lamenting the impossibility of my going,on that very morning the wind changed,the air grew soft and mild,and he maintained that I might and should go.
There was no time to get a domino of my own (Robert himself had a beautiful one made,and I am having it metamorphosed into a black silk gown for myself!)so I sent out and hired one,buying the mask.And very much amused I was.I like to see these characteristic things.(I shall never rest,Sarianna,till I risk my reputation at the 'bal de l'opera'at Paris).
Do you think I was satisfied with staying in the box?No,indeed.
Down I went,and Robert and I elbowed our way through the crowd to the remotest corner of the ball below.Somebody smote me on the shoulder and cried "Bella Mascherina!"and I answered as impudently as one feels under a mask.At two o'clock in the morning,however,I had to give up and come away (being overcome by the heavy air)and ingloriously left Robert and our friends to follow at half-past four.
Think of the refinement and gentleness --yes,I must call it SUPERIORITYof this people --when no excess,no quarrelling,no rudeness nor coarseness can be observed in the course of such wild masked liberty;not a touch of licence anywhere,and perfect social equality!
Our servant Ferdinando side by side in the same ball-room with the Grand Duke,and no class's delicacy offended against!For the Grand Duke went down into the ball-room for a short time....'
The summer of 1857saw the family once more at the Baths of Lucca,and again in company with Mr.Lytton.He had fallen ill at the house of their common friend,Miss Blagden,also a visitor there;and Mr.Browning shared in the nursing,of which she refused to entrust any part to less friendly hands.He sat up with the invalid for four nights;and would doubtless have done so for as many more as seemed necessary,but that Mrs.Browning protested against this trifling with his own health.
The only serious difference which ever arose between Mr.Browning and his wife referred to the subject of spiritualism.Mrs.Browning held doctrines which prepared her to accept any real or imagined phenomena betokening intercourse with the spirits of the dead;nor could she be repelled by anything grotesque or trivial in the manner of this intercourse,because it was no part of her belief that a spirit still inhabiting the atmosphere of our earth,should exhibit any dignity or solemnity not belonging to him while he lived upon it.The question must have been discussed by them on its general grounds at a very early stage of their intimacy;but it only assumed practical importance when Mr.Home came to Florence in 1857or 1858.
Mr.Browning found himself compelled to witness some of the 'manifestations'.
He was keenly alive to their generally prosaic and irreverent character,and to the appearance of jugglery which was then involved in them.
He absolutely denied the good faith of all the persons concerned.
