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It would have seemed incredible to Romans that an Italian girl could think of doing what Cecilia proposed, and if it were ever known, her reputation would be gravely damaged. But Cecilia was not like other young girls; society should never know what she had done, and she was quite right in saying that her plan was really the best and most honourable. "I can take you to him," Lamberti said.
I stood perfectly still in surprise. She may have heard my footstep or not; she knew some one was behind her. Then she slowly turned her head till we could see each other's faces." He paused again, and passed one hand lightly over his eyes. "Yes," said Guido, "I suppose I can guess what is coming." "No!" Lamberti cried, in such a tone that the other started. "You cannot guess.
He turned away with a deep sigh of relief. The doctor came soon after midnight. He would not disturb Guido; he looked at him a long time and listened to his breathing, and nodded with evident satisfaction. "You may begin to hope now," he said quietly to Lamberti, not even whispering, for he knew how deep such sleep was sure to be. "He may not wake before to-morrow afternoon. Do not be anxious.
The specialist whom Lamberti had consulted would have told her plainly that she had learned to hypnotise herself, and a Japanese Buddhist monk would have told her the same thing, adding that she was doing one of the most dangerous things possible.
"There will be time enough to think about it then," answered the Countess, with insufficient reflection. "Besides he is not going to die of a touch of influenza." "Signor Lamberti says he is very ill. Several people died of it last winter, you know. I suppose you mean that I need not think of trying to see him until we hear that there is no hope for him." "Well?" "That might be too late.
Lamberti left the Palazzo Farnese and walked slowly homeward in the white glare, smoking steadily all the way, and looking straight before him. The Countess wrote that afternoon to Baron Goldbirn, of Vienna, and to the Princess Anatolie, now in Styria, that the engagement between her daughter and Signor Guido d'Este was broken off by mutual agreement.
Then I took her in my arms and kissed her, and she did not resist." Guido smiled gravely. "And she turned out to be some one you know in real life, I suppose," he said. "Yes," answered Lamberti. "Some one I know slightly." "Beautiful, of course. Fair or dark?" "You need not try to guess," Lamberti said. "I shall not tell you. My head went round, and I woke." "Very well.
Guido d'Este, as brave in a different way, but hating any violent action, would never strike a man at all if he could possibly help it, though he would probably not miss him at the first shot the next morning. A quarter of an hour had not elapsed since Lamberti had left the Countess and Guido together when he let himself in again with his latch-key.
"Thank you, thank you!" he repeated with a profound sense of relief, as his head sank back on the pillow. "Will it do you any harm if I smoke?" asked Lamberti, looking at a cigar he had taken from his pocket. "No. I wish you would. I cannot even smoke a cigarette to-day. It tastes like bad hay." There is a hideous triviality about the things people say at important moments in their lives.
"It will make a considerable difference in law," answered Lamberti, "if I prove to you that the stamp was put on over the first writing, and part of the signature forged upon it. It has not even been done with the same ink! The one is black and the other is violet. Do you know that this is forgery, and that you may lose your reputation if you try to found an action at law upon a forged document?"
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