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Across the scheme he had before revolved, there glanced another yet more glittering, for its gain might be more sure and immediate. If the exile's daughter were heiress to such wealth, might he himself hope He stopped short even in his own soliloquy, and his breath came quick. Now, in his last visit to Hazeldean, he had come in contact with Riccabocca, and been struck by the beauty of Violante.
Riccabocca was long before he reconciled himself to the pomp of his principalities and his title of Duke.
Riccabocca, now turning round, and pointing to the cottage which came in view, with its picturesque gable-ends, cried out, "But is that your house, Leonard? I never saw anything so pretty." "You do not remember it then," said Leonard to Helen, in accents of melancholy reproach, "there where I saw you last?
Dale, gravely, "do you think, love, that you could put off the end of the world a little longer, or must we make haste in order to be in time?" "How wicked you are!" said Miss Jemima, turning aside. Some few minutes afterwards, Mrs. Dale contrived it so that Dr. Riccabocca and herself were in a farther corner of the room, looking at a picture said to be by Wouvermans.
Thus tempted by his enemy and betrayed by his servant, the unfortunate Riccabocca fell, though with eyes not unblinded, into the hospitable snares extended for the destruction of his celibacy! He went often to the Parsonage, often to the Hall, and by degrees the sweets of the social domestic life, long denied him, began to exercise their enervating charm upon the stoicism of our poor exile.
"Traitor!" muttered Jackeymo; and his right hand seemed to feel for the weapon which the Italians of lower rank often openly wear in their girdles. "The priest," resumed Riccabocca, calmly, "has rightly judged in removing my child as a guest from the house in which that traitor enters as lord." "And where is the signorina?" "With the poor priest.
I allude to Lord L'Estrange." The parson started. "You know Lord L'Estrange? profligate, bad man, I fear." "Profligate! bad!" exclaimed Riccabocca.
"I hope to be allowed to do so. Pray, stay at home till I return. And now, ere I go, one question more: You indulge conjectures as to Riccabocca, because he has changed his name, why have you dropped your own?" "I wished to have no name," said Leonard, colouring deeply, "but that which I could make myself." "Proud poet, this I can comprehend.
My own dear and noble friend! is it possible? One of my reasons for returning to England is connected with him. You shall go down with me and see him. I meant to start this evening." "My dear Lord," said Leonard, "I think that you may spare yourself so long a journey. I have reason to suspect that Signor Riccabocca is my nearest neighbour.
He is merely the passive agent in the affair, the unregarded cause of the general satisfaction. It was not Riccabocca himself that they approved and blessed, it was the gentleman in the white waistcoat who had made Miss Jemima Madam Rickeybockey!
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