Le fiscal général ne s’était point trompé dans ses prévisions : il y avait à peine huit jours qu’il était à sa terre, lorsqu’un ami du prince, qui y vint par hasard, lui conseilla de retourner à Parme sans délai ; le prince le reçut en riant, prit ensuite un air fort sérieux, et lui fit jurer sur l’Evangile qu’il garderait le secret sur ce qu’il allait lui confier ; Rassi jura d’un grand sérieux, et le prince, l’œil enflammé de haine, s’écria qu’il ne serait pas le maître chez lui tant que Fabrice del Dongo serait en vie.
The Fiscal General had not been out in his forecast: he had been barely eight days on his estate when a friend of the Prince, who came there by chance, advised him to return to Parma without delay; the Prince received him with a laugh, then assumed a highly serious air, and made him swear on the Gospel that he would keep secret what was going to be confided to him. Rassi swore with great solemnity, and the Prince, his eye inflamed by hatred, cried that he would no longer be master in his own house so long as Fabrizio del Dongo was alive.