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The next day I called on M. Orsi, the banker, to cash my bill of exchange, and took another for six hundred sequins on Venice, and one hundred sequins in gold after which I again exhibited myself in the public places. Two days afterwards, whilst I was taking my coffee after dinner, the banker Orsi was announced.
She would have enjoyed all this hugely if she had not been married to Orsi; but the continual reiteration of the fact that she was Orsi's wife filled her with an accumulating resentment. The implication that she had been exceedingly fortunate became more than she could bear. The consequence was that, as soon as it could be managed, she ceased going about.
"Isn't that so of everything worth having?" she asked, adding the latter purely as a counter. The elder drew up her fine shoulders. "That's very courageous of you," she admitted "especially since everybody knew your opinion of Orsi. Heaven knows you made no effort to disguise your feeling to others." Lavinia smiled calmly; Cesare was really very thoughtful, and she said so.
"What!" she demanded directly. "Didn't he " "Yes," Sanviano replied, "he did! He wants to marry Lavinia." Lavinia half rose, with a horrified protest; Gheta seemed suddenly turned to stone; the knitting fell unheeded from the marchesa's lap. Sanviano spread out his hands helplessly. "Well," he demanded, "what could I do?... A man with Orsi's blameless character and the Orsi banks!"
Cesare Orsi greeted her with effusive warmth, the Spaniard bowed ceremoniously. A wide prospect of countryside flowed away in innumerable hills and valleys, clothed in the silvery smoke of olives and in green-black pines; below, a bank of cherry trees were in bloom. The air was sweet and still and full of a warm radiance. Lavinia luxuriated in her unhappiness.
"Go first, please; we can get through sooner that way." They progressed from room to room, thoroughly exploring the dense throng about the auctioneer, but without finding either Gheta, Anna Mantegazza or the bull-fighter. "I can't think how she could have forgotten me!" Lavinia declared with increasing annoyance. "It's clear that they have all gone." "Don't agitate yourself," Cesare Orsi begged.
Nothing really dangerous, you understand; but finally the two thousand lire would be gladly paid over and the accidents would mysteriously cease." "An outrage!" Lavinia asserted, and Orsi nodded. "If you had an enemy," he continued, "you could have her gown ruined in the foyer of the San Carlos; if it were a man he would be caught at his club with an uncomfortable ace in his cuff.
Orsi was standing very close to her, and she moved away; but he followed. "Lavinia," he muttered, and suddenly his arm was about her waist. She leaned back, pushing with both hands against his chest; but he swept her irresistibly up to him and kissed her clumsily. A cold rage possessed her.
Megalithic monuments in the ordinary sense of the term are unknown in Sicily. There are, however, four tombs in the south-east of the island which show some affinity to megalithic work. Two of these were found by Orsi at Monteracello. They were rectangular chambers built of squared slabs of limestone set on edge.
In the midst of this confused pressure on the prefect of police, Count Orsi took the resolution of visiting him. As a known adherent of the former dynasty and a personal friend of the late emperor, he did not feel himself safe. He therefore took the bull by the horns, and went to call on the terrible Raoul Rigault in his stronghold.
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