Midnight
We Milanese can match them . For days and days I have had a dream lying in my bosom that Milan was soon to breathe . Go , my brother ; go to Barto Rizzo ; gather him and Count Medole , Agostino , and Colonel Corte -- to whom I kiss my fingers -- gather them together , and squeeze their brains for the one spark of divine fire in this darkness which must exist where there are so many thorough men bent upon a sacred enterprise . And , Carlo , ' -- Laura checked her nervous voice , ` do n't think I am declaiming to you from one of my `` Midnight Lamps . '' ' -LRB- She spoke of the title of her pamphlets to the Italian people . -RRB- ` You feel among us women very much as Agostino and Colonel Corte feel when the boy Carlo airs his impetuosities in their presence . Yes , my fervour makes a philosopher of you .