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of Gellias has become that of a hotel in which； by reason of fatigue； I was able to obtain one good night's sleep。
The modern Girgenti lifts its high； narrow； solid streets； dominated by a sombre Spanish cathedral； upon the side of the acropolis of the antique Agrigentum。 I can see from my windows； half…way on the hillside towards the sea； the white range of temples partially destroyed。 The ruins alone have some aspect of coolness。 All the rest is arid。 Water and life have forsaken Agrigentine。 Waterthe divine Nestis of the Agrigentine Empedoclesis so necessary to animated beings that nothing can live far from the rivers and the springs。 But the port of Girgenti； situated at a distance of three kilometres from the city； has a great commerce。 〃And it is in this dismal city；〃 I said to myself； 〃upon this precipitous rock； that the manuscript of Clerk Alexander is to be found！〃 I asked my way to the house of Signor Michel…Angelo Polizzi； and proceeded thither。
I found Signor Polizzi； dressed all in white from head to feet； busy cooking sausages in a frying…pan。 At the sight of me； he let go the frying…pan； threw up his arms in the air； and uttered shrieks of enthusiasm。 He was a little man whose pimply features； aquiline nose； round eyes； and projecting chin formed a very expressive physiognomy。
He called me 〃Excellence；〃 said he was going to mark the day with a white stone； and made me sit down。 The hall in which we were represented the union of the kitchen； reception…room； bedchamber； studio； and wine…cellar。 There were charcoal furnaces visible； a bed； paintings； an easel； bottles； strings of onions； and a magnificent lustre of coloured glass pendants。 I glanced at the paintings on the wall。
〃The arts！ the arts！〃 cried Signor Polizzi； throwing up his arms again to heaven〃the arts！ What dignity！ what consolation！ Excellence； I am a painter！〃
And he showed me an unfinished Saint…Francis； which indeed could very well remain unfinished for ever without any loss to religion or to art。 Next he showed me some old paintings of a better style； but apparently restored after a decidedly reckless manner。
〃I repair；〃 he said〃I repair old paintings。 Oh； the Old Masters！ What genius； what soul！〃
〃Why； then；〃 I said to him； 〃you must be a painter； an archaeologist； and a wine…merchant all in one？〃
〃At your service； Excellence；〃 he answered。 〃I have a zucco here at this very momenta zucco of which every single drop is a pearl of fire。 I want your Lordship to taste of it。〃
〃I esteem the wines of Sicily；〃 I responded； 〃but it was not for the sake of your flagons that I came to see you ； Signor Polizzi。〃
He： 〃Then you have come to see me about paintings。 You are an amateur。 It is an immense delight for me to receive amateurs。 I am going to show you the chef…d'oeuvre of Monrealese； yes； Excellence； his chef…d'oeuvre！ An Adoration of Shepherds！ It is the pearl of the whole Sicilian school！〃
I： 〃Later on I will be glad to see the chef…d'oeuvre； but let us first talk about the business which brings me here。〃
His little quick bright eyes watched my face curiously； and I perceived； with anguish； that he had not the least suspicion of the purpose of my visit。
A cold sweat broke out over my forehead； and in the bewilderment of my anxiety I stammered out something to this effect：
〃I have come from Paris expressly to look at a manuscript of the Legende Doree； which you informed me was in your possession。〃
At these words he threw up his arms； opened his mouth and eyes to the widest possible extent； and betrayed every sign of extreme nervousness。
〃Oh！ the manuscript of the 'Golden Legend！' A pearl； Excellence！ a ruby； a diamond！ Two miniatures so perfect that they give one the feeling of glimpses of Paradise！ What suavity！ Those colours ravished from the corollas of flowers make a honey for the eyes！ Even a Sicilian could have done no better！〃
〃Let me see it； then；〃 I asked； unable to conceal either my anxiety or my hope。
〃Let you see it！〃 cried Polizzi。 〃But how can I； Excellence？ I have not got it any longer！ I have not got it！〃
And he seemed determined to tear out his hair。 He might indeed have pulled every hair in his head out of his hide before I should have tried to prevent him。 But he stopped of his own accord； before he had done himself any grievous harm。
〃What！〃 I cried out in anger〃what！ you make me come all the way from Paris to Girgenti； by promising to show me a manuscript； and now； when I come； you tell me you have not got it！ It is simply infamous； Monsieur！ I shall leave your conduct to be judged by all honest men！〃
Anybody who could have seen me at that moment would have been able to form a good idea of the aspect of a furious sheep。
〃It is infamous！ it is infamous！〃 I repeated； waving my arms； which trembled from anger。
Then Michel…Angelo Polizzi let himself fall into a chair in the attitude of a dying hero。 I saw his eyes fill with tears； and his hairuntil then flamboyant and erect upon his headfall down in limp disorder over his brow。
〃I am a father； Excellence！ I am a father！〃 he groaned； wringing his hands。
He continued； sobbing：
〃My son Rafaelthe son of my poor wife； for whose death I have been mourning fifteen yearsRafael； Excellence； wanted to settle at Paris； he hired a shop in the Rue Lafitte for the sale of curiosities。 I gave him everything precious which I hadI gave him my finest majolicas； my most beautiful Urbino ware； my masterpieces of art； what paintings； Signor！ Even now they dazzle me with I see them only in imagination！ And all of them signed！ Finally； I gave him the manuscript of the 'Golden Legend'！ I would have given him my flesh and my blood！ An only son； Signor！ the son of my poor saintly wife！〃
〃So；〃 I said； 〃while Irelying on your written word； Monsieurwas travelling to the very heart of Sicily to find the manuscript of the Clerk Alexander； the same manuscript was actually exposed for sale in a window in the Rue Lafitte； only fifteen hundred yards from my house？〃
〃Yes； it was there！ that is positively true！〃 exclaimed Signor Polizzi； suddenly growing calm again； 〃and it is there stillat least I hope it is； Excellence。〃
He took a card from a shelf as he spoke； and offered it to me； saying；
〃Here is the address of my son。 Make it known to your friends； and you will oblige me。 Faience and enameled wares； hangings； pictures。 He has a complete stock of objects of artall at the fairest possible pricesand everything authentic； I can vouch for it； upon my honour！ Go and see him。 He will show you the manuscript of the 'Golden Legend。' Two miniatures miraculously fresh in colour！〃
I was feeble enough to take the card he held out to me。
The fellow was taking further advantage of my weakness to make me circulate the name of Rafael Polizzi among the Societies of the learned！
My hand was already on the door…knob； when the Sicilian caught me by the arm； he had a look as of sudden inspiration。
〃Ah！ Excellence！〃 he cried； 〃what a city is this city of ours！ It gave birth to Empedocles！ Empedocles！ What a great man what a great citizen！ What audacity of thought！ what virtue！ what soul