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Bosio, feeling that variations were necessary, threw Rode's over in favor of those on "Gia della mente involarmi" a polka tune from Alary's "A Tre Nozze." Then Mme. Gassier ushered in the day of the vocal waltz Venzano's, of amiable memory. Her followers have not yet died out, though Patti substituted Arditi's "Il Bacio" for Venzano's; Mme. Sembrich, Strauss's "Voce di Primavera," and Mme.
Bosio knew nothing about her, except that she had suddenly acquired an extraordinary reputation as a seer, and that many people in society had lately visited her, and had come away full of extraordinary stories about her power.
And yet, I know I say words that have no reason in them! And I think crimes horrible crimes, when I am alone and I can tell no one but you. Have pity on me, Bosio! I was not always what I am now " She spoke incoherently, and her steadiness broke down all at once, for she had been living long under a fearful strain of terror and anxiety.
He, and he only, as yet had stirred some thought of another existence than the one which seemed to lie straight before her, a broad, plain road, as the wife of Bosio. Of love, indeed, there was nothing in her heart, for any man. Within her all was yet dim and still as a sweet summer's night before the dawning.
He had lived in Naples as a priest at large, a student, and in those days, to some extent, a man of the world. When Bosio was grown up, his tutor had remained his friend the only really intimate friend he had in the world, and a true and devoted one.
"It is certainly not I who wish to talk of them, or think of them," answered Bosio, thoughtfully, and turning once more to the fire. "You are overwrought, Matilde you are unhappy, afraid of the future what shall I say? Sometimes you speak in a strange way." "Is it any wonder? The case is desperate, and I am desperate, too " "Do not say it "
But I am glad I have met you here, for I should have missed you at the Palazzo." "Yes," said Bosio, "I am glad that we have met. Sit with me, now, while I drink a cup of chocolate. Then we will do whatever you wish." He sat down again. "I am glad you have come, Don Teodoro," he added thoughtfully. "I am very glad you have come."
But in a moment she realized that Taquisara was talking of Gianluca, and that anything would be better than to allow Veronica to marry Bosio Macomer. "I understand," she said to Ghisleri; "let them alone. It is better, so long as only you and I see it." Down by the steps, Veronica stood very still, looking out over the blue water, and Taquisara was beside her.
But the footman had hardly delivered his answer, and Bosio was in the act of turning, when one of the two masked doors under the pictures opened suddenly, and Matilde spoke into the room, calling him by name. He turned pale and stopped short, as though a cold hand had taken him by the throat. The footman went out to the hall, as Bosio met Matilde's eyes.
Bosio made no attempt to be alone with her, and at the end of half an hour both he and his brother departed to their own quarters. Even then, when she was alone with Veronica, Matilde did not return to the subject which was uppermost and above all important in her mind.
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