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She wouldn't have dresses so fussy as Gheta's in figure, anyhow, she was perhaps her sister's superior fine materials, simply cut, with a ruffle at the throat and hem, a satin wrap pointed at the back, with a soft tassel.... Orsi was talking to Gheta, and she was answering him with a brevity that had cast a shade of annoyance over the Marchese Sanviano's large features.

Above, Lavinia halted at the strange spectacle clearly drawn against the luminous depths of space of Mochales and her husband rigidly facing each other. "I must admit," Orsi said in an exasperated voice, "that I don't understand." Lavinia saw that he was holding something in a half-extended hand. Moving closer, she identified the object as the necklace he had given Gheta.

I desired him to be shewn in, and he made his appearance accompanied my Monsignor Cornaro, whom I feigned not to know. M. Orsi remarked that he had called to offer me his services for my letters of exchange, and introduced the prelate. I rose and expressed my gratification at making his acquaintance. "But we have met before," he replied, "at Venice and Rome."

Anna Mantegazza was laughing at a puzzled expression on the good-natured countenance of Cesare Orsi; Gheta was slowly waving a fan of gilded feathers; Abrego y Mochales was standing rigid and somberly handsome; and, as usual, Pier Mantegazza was late.

For two days the captain kept Count Orsi in his office and encouraged him to write to any friends he might have in Versailles. But there were no posts, and in the confusion of Versailles at that moment there seemed little chance that his notes would reach their destination.

She must marry as soon as possible." "Thank God, there's Cesare Orsi!" her husband responded. Lavinia was gazing inward at the secretly enshrined image of the Flower of Spain. Gheta Sanviano often passed a night at the Mantegazzas' villa on the Height of Castena, a long mile from the city.

There are seven more "where nows," including lovers, and "proffered husbands," and "romances," and ending with the startling question and answer, the counterpoint of the former close, "Ove son l' aspre selve e i lupi adesso, E gli orsi, e i draghi, e i tigri? Son qui presso." Where now are all the woods and forests drear, Wolves, tigers, bears, and dragons? Alas, here!

Her eyes while she was speaking were directed toward Anna Mantegazza and the resentment changed to hatred. The other shrugged her shoulders indifferently and moved toward the dining room, catching Lavinia's arm in her own. Mantegazza entered at the soup and was seated on Gheta's right; Cesare Orsi was on Anna's left; and Lavinia sat between the two men, with Mochales opposite.

Lavinia knew that the other was thinking of Cesare Orsi, and she agreed with her sister that Orsi was far too mild. Without the Orsi fortune he had much more even than Anna Mantegazza Cesare would simply get nowhere. The Spaniard Lavinia could not recall his name, although it hung elusively among her thoughts was different; women of all classes, Bembo had said, pursued him with favors.

"That may be, but you are certainly the Casanova I knew a month ago at Cardinal Acquaviva's, and two years ago at the house of my sister, Madame Lovedan, in Venice. Besides the Ancona banker speaks of you as an ecclesiastic in his letter of advice to M. Orsi:"