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Maria Teresa had bespoken his tenderness for her in a letter which she wrote to him on the day on which her daughter left Vienna, and which has often been quoted as a composition worthy of her alike as a mother and as a Christian sovereign; and as admirably calculated to impress the heart of her new son-in-law by claiming his attachment for his bride, on the ground of the pains which she had taken to make her worthy of her fortune.
This, with Count Marescotti in the company, would be to say the least of it inconvenient. "You may retire," he said to Teresa. "I will take charge of the signorina." "But Signore Cavaliere" and Teresa, feeling the affront, colored scarlet "the marchesa's positive orders were, I was not to leave the signorina." "Never mind," answered the cavaliere, authoritatively, "I will take that on myself.
Never before, had the mistress of the house appeared to Teresa in such a favourable light. "You needn't trouble yourself, ma'am," she said, as soon as she could make herself heard; "it was the creaking of the boards that told me somebody was moving overhead." "Then I'm not a fidget after all? Oh, how you relieve me!
On the evening of the ball Teresa was attired in her best, her most brilliant ornaments in her hair, and gayest glass beads, she was in the costume of the women of Frascati. Luigi wore the very picturesque garb of the Roman peasant at holiday time. They both mingled, as they had leave to do, with the servants and peasants.
It was trying to the nerves. Old Viola had risen slowly, gun in hand, irresolute, for he did not see how he could prevent them. Already voices could be heard talking at the back. Signora Teresa was beside herself with terror. "Ah! the traitor! the traitor!" she mumbled, almost inaudibly. "Now we are going to be burnt; and I bent my knee to him. No! he must run at the heels of his English."
"Hark ye, Teresa," replied Sancho, "I am glad because I have made up my mind to go back to the service of my master Don Quixote, who means to go out a third time to seek for adventures; and I am going with him again, for my necessities will have it so, and also the hope that cheers me with the thought that I may find another hundred crowns like those we have spent; though it makes me sad to have to leave thee and the children; and if God would be pleased to let me have my daily bread, dry-shod and at home, without taking me out into the byways and cross-roads and he could do it at small cost by merely willing it it is clear my happiness would be more solid and lasting, for the happiness I have is mingled with sorrow at leaving thee; so that I was right in saying I would be glad, if it were God's will, not to be well pleased."
If I can read, it is because my poor madame taught me. Nevertheless it has nearly broken my heart to see all three of you, and Louis besides, growing up like a bunch of heathen. And, what happiness prayer does bring one!" "Do you pray, Teresa?" asked the wondering Rosa. "Oh, at times. But see now, servants must do what they see their masters do.
"I wonder who the wife was?" said Mrs. Costello. "If this little girl is a 'grandchild, I ought to know the mother. Ask her, Tess." Teresa hesitated. "I don't play with her much, mother. And she's sort of shy," she began. "I'll ask her," said Alanna, boldly. "I don't care if she IS going on twelve. She goes up to the chapel every day, and I'll stop her to-morrow, and ask her!
So Teresa saw the labours of these many years all in ruins, and in the bitterness of her despair she brought herself to take a step which, at one time, the greatest misery would have been powerless to make her do she went to Boltay, told him everything, and entreated him to defend, to protect the girl, for this was a case where female protection was insufficient.
A message was despatched for the Duke di Castiglioni, and in an hour Viola was in his arms, and receiving his fall and free pardon. A week afterward the now united family were leaving Havana, the scene of so much grief and joy. Teresa stood on the steamer's deck, with her husband gazing at the city, when the pilot came on board.
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