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Fabio sat down by the bed, took Valeria's hand, and after a brief pause, he asked her, "What was that remarkable dream which had frightened her during the past night? And had it been in the nature of that dream which Muzio had related?" Valeria blushed and said hastily "Oh, no! no! I saw ... some sort of a monster, which tried to rend me." "A monster? In the form of a man?" inquired Fabio.
The doctor glanced approvingly at D'Arbino. "Well, well, we won't argue about that now," he said. "I will lock up the money with the mask for to-day. Come here to-morrow morning as usual, my dear. By that time I shall have made up my mind on the right means for breaking your discovery to Count Fabio. Only let us proceed slowly and cautiously, and I answer for success."
While she was informing him of the truth, the Marquess's Servants returned with the melancholy News that his Daughter was no where to be found. While the Marquess and Don Fabritio were wondering at, and lamenting the Misfortune of her loss, Hippolito came towards Don Fabio and interceded for his Son, since the Lady perhaps had withdrawn her self out of an Aversion to the Match.
Most unfortunately, Fabio made him one of the trustees of his fortune in case of his death it is exceedingly awkward for me that he should occupy that position it appears to give him some authority over my actions. In reality he has none. He has no doubt exaggerated the number of times I have written to him? it would be like his impertinence to do so."
"If the steward or one of the upper servants was to come in, you would get her into dreadful trouble. Wait till to-morrow, and find some fitter place than this." Fabio felt the justice of the reproof immediately. He tore a leaf out of his pocketbook, and wrote on it, "I must tell you how I honor and thank you for that letter. To-morrow ten o'clock the wicket-gate at the back of the Ascoli gardens.
No I was not sorry, only as I watched him in his frantic struggle, fighting furiously for each fresh gasp of breath I thought I know not why of Fabio." Profoundly astonished, but concealing my astonishment under an air of indifference, I began to laugh. "Upon my word, Ferrari pardon me for saying so, but the air of Rome seems to have somewhat obscured your mind!
I started, and recollecting myself, answered: "Excellent! So true a resemblance that it arouses along train of memories in my mind memories both bitter and sweet. Ah! what a proud fellow he was!" "Fabio was also very proud," chimed in my wife's sweet voice. "Very cold and haughty." Little liar! How dared she utter this libel on my memory!
But when Muzzio began the last song, it suddenly gained force and rang out tunefully and powerfully; the passionate melody flowed out under the wide sweeps of the bow, flowed out, exquisitely twisting and coiling like the snake that covered the violin-top; and such fire, such triumphant bliss glowed and burned in this melody that Fabio and Valeria felt wrung to the heart and tears came into their eyes; ... while Muzzio, his head bent, and pressed close to the violin, his cheeks pale, his eyebrows drawn together into a single straight line, seemed still more concentrated and solemn; and the diamond at the end of the bow flashed sparks of light as though it too were kindled by the fire of the divine song.
Penitents confess to priests who are worse than penitents, and by Heaven! in such a state of society, where conjugal fidelity is a farce" he paused a moment, and then went on "is it not wonderful to know a man like you, Fabio? A man happy in home affections, without a cloud on the sky of his confidence?" "I have no cause for distrust," I said.
This army was under the command of Vitellozzo, of Gian Paolo Baglioni, and of Fabio Orsino, and with them were the two Medici, ever ready to go wherever there was a league against Florence, and ever ready at the command of Borgia, on any conditions whatever, to re-enter the town whence they had been banished.
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