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There were the fir-trees behind him a thick wall of green hedges on the right and the left, and the wheat sloped down towards an ash-copse in the hollow. No one was in the field, only the fir-trees, the green hedges, the yellow wheat, and the sun overhead, Guido kept quite still, because he expected that in a minute the magic would begin, and something would speak to him.
"Guido Ferrari, at your service, an artist and a very poor one. We shall celebrate our meeting by drinking each other's health!" I bowed. The waiter vanished to execute his orders and Ferrari drew his chair closer to mine. "I see you smoke," he said, gayly. "Can I offer you one of my cigars? They are unusually choice.
When the two men talked of her she had always been "the Contessina," while she had been "Cecilia" in the hearts of both. There was something in the thought of not having told Guido all before the delirium seized him, that still offended Lamberti's scrupulous loyalty. It would be almost horrible if Guido should die without knowing the truth.
I did not doubt it I should scarcely have been startled had I seen the poor pale shadow of him by my side, as I musingly gazed upon the fair fallen body of the traitress who had wantonly wrecked both our lives. "Ay, Guido," I muttered, half aloud "dost see the work?
"Of course, child!" answered the Countess, cheerfully. "Signor d'Este will take you to the seat over there by the fountain. I hardly think that any one else will come now." Guido and Cecilia moved away, and the Countess smiled affectionately at their backs.
My heart was heavy within me, for I looked at the face of Simone dei Bardi and saw that it shone with pleasure, and I looked at the face of Guido Cavalcanti and saw that it was gray with pain, and I knew that Messer Simone had gained his purpose.
Up-stairs familiar names such as Domenichino, Bassano, Cortona, Crespi, Bellino, Pietra della Vecchia, Allori, Veronese, Maratta, Guido Reni, Romano need not detain us. The catalogue numbers of the Italian school go as high as 628. The Titians, however, are the glory of the Prado. The Spanish school begins at 629, ends at 1,029.
The waiting carriage was out of sight, and there was no sound but the rustling of leaves stirred by the summer breeze. It was nearly the middle of August. "They are still in Rome," Lamberti said, after a moment's pause, during which he had decided to speak at last. "Are they?" asked Guido, coldly. "Yes. Neither the Countess nor her daughter would go away till you were well." "I am well now."
It was Messer Betto and his Company away to hunt the cranes along the brookside of Peretola. "So ho!" cried one of them, whose name was Bocca, "see yonder, Messer Guido the Philosopher, who scorns us for our good life and gentle ways and merry doings. He seems half frozen." "And well he may be," put in Messer Doria, who was reputed a wag.
There was no particular reason why he should be standing there, apparently alone, and in a distinctly theatrical attitude, and the portrait was not a good picture; but Cecilia looked at it steadily till she heard the door shut, after Lamberti had gone out. "Your friend is not a very gay person," observed the Princess. "Is he always so silent?" "Yes," Guido answered. "He is not very talkative."
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