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"You know you are betrayed," Merthyr began. "Not exactly that," said Carlo, humming carelessly. "Positively and absolutely. The Countess d'Isorella has sold your secrets." "I commend her to the profit she has made by it." "Do you play with your life?" Carlo was about to answer in the tone he had assumed for the interview. He checked the laugh on his lips.
This interview began with lively recriminations, and was resulting in nothing for Anna refused to be shaken by his statement that the Countess d'Isorella had betrayed her, and perceived that she was listening to suspicions only when, to give his accusation force, Wilfrid said that Brescia had surrendered and that Count Ammiani had escaped. "And I thank God for it!"
He stung Wilfrid's ears by insisting on the mellowed depth, the soft human warmth, which marriage had lent to the voice. At a late hour his valet announced Countess d'Isorella. "Did I not say so?" cried Pericles, and corrected himself: "No, I did not say so; it was a surprise to you, my friend. You shall see; you shall hear.
"This Countess d'Isorella is opposed to Carlo's marriage at present. She says that she is betraying the king's secrets, and has no reliance on a woman. As a woman you will pardon her, for it is the language of your sex. You are also denounced by Barto Rizzo, a madman he went mad as fire, and had to be chained at Varese.
He sends you his love, in case he should be shot the first, and says that when Lombardy is free he hopes you will not forget old comrades who are in Rome." "Forget him! I would to God I could sit and talk of him for hours. Luciano! Luciano! He has no wife." Carlo spoke on hoarsely. "Tell me what authority you have for charging Countess d'Isorella with . . . with whatever it may be."
Countess Ammiani and Countess d'Isorella sat together throughout the agitation of the day. The life prayed for by one seemed a wisp of straw flung on this humming furnace. Countess Ammiani was too well used to defeat to believe readily in victory, and had shrouded her head in resignation too long to hope for what she craved. Her hands were joined softly in her lap.
Merthyr knew this for a hint against his leaving, as well as against the lady's character. "Let your mistress be assured that I shall on no account be long absent at any time." "Signore, I shall do so," said Giacinta. She brought him word soon after, that Countess d'Isorella was stirring. Merthyr met Violetta on the stairs. "Can it be true?" she accosted him first.
She could not avoid putting her mind in competition with this brilliant woman's, and feeling eclipsed; and her weakness became pitiable. But Countess d'Isorella mentioned once that Pericles was at the Villa Ricciardi, projecting magnificent operatic entertainments.
Count Karl had been struck to earth by Barto Rizzo. "Not with his boasted neatness, I imagine," Leone said. In fact, the dagger had grazed an ivory portrait of a fair Italian head wreathed with violets in Count Karl's breast. Vittoria recognized the features of Violetta d'Isorella as the original of the portrait. They arrived at Roveredo late in the evening.
The Greek, her mad musical adorer, accuses Countess d'Isorella. Carlo has seen this person returns convinced of her innocence. That is not an accepted proof; but we have one. I can see it now; I fear these conspiracies no longer: she did appoint an hour; and was awaiting him when the gendarmes sprang on the man at her door.
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