And sure enough,in a little time,the girls had altogether left off going to an English chapel,and were continually visiting places of Italian worship.The old governor,it is true,still went to his church,but he appeared to be hesitating between two opinions;and once,when he was at dinner,he said to two or three English friends that,since he had become better acquainted with it,he had conceived a much more favourable opinion of the Catholic religion than he had previously entertained.In a word,the priest ruled the house,and everything was done according to his will and pleasure;by degrees he persuaded the young ladies to drop their English acquaintances,whose place he supplied with Italians,chiefly females.My poor old governor would not have had a person to speak to-for he never could learn the language-but for two or three Englishmen who used to come occasionally and take a bottle with him in a summer-house,whose company he could not be persuaded to resign,notwithstanding the entreaties of his daughters,instigated by the priest,whose grand endeavour seemed to be to render the minds of all three foolish,for his own ends.And if he was busy above stairs with the governor,there was another busy below with us poor English servants,a kind of subordinate priest,a low Italian;as he could speak no language but his own,he was continually jabbering to us in that,and by hearing him the maids and myself contrived to pick up a good deal of the language,so that we understood most that was said,and could speak it very fairly;and the themes of his jabber were the beauty and virtues of one whom he called Holy Mary,and the power and grandeur of one whom he called the Holy Father;and he told us that we should shortly have an opportunity of seeing the Holy Father,who could do anything he liked with Holy Mary:in the meantime we had plenty of opportunities of seeing Holy Mary,for in every church,chapel,and convent to which we were taken,there was an image of Holy Mary,who,if the images were dressed at all in her fashion,must have been very fond of short petticoats and tinsel,and who,if those said figures at all resembled her in face,could scarcely have been half as handsome as either of my two fellow-servants,not to speak of the young ladies.
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