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A fine will be levied upon Count Nobili, if he is not punctual." "If it is so near the time, I must beg you to excuse me," said Fra Pacifico, glad to escape. Fra Pacifico, walked rapidly toward the door opening into the corridor leading to the chapel. His retreating figure was followed by a succession of fireworks from Guglielmi's eyes, indicative of indignation and contempt.
"Signore Guglielmi," said Nobili, with a significant glance at the open door, "allow me to repeat we need not detain you. We shall now act for ourselves. Without reference to the difficulties you have raised " "The difficulties I have raised have been for your own good, Count Nobili," was Guglielmi's indignant reply.
Count Nobili is decidedly dangerous. He glares at Guglielmi like a very devil. Guglielmi falls back. The false smile is upon his lips, but his treacherous eyes express his terror. Guglielmi's combats are only with words, his weapon the pen; otherwise he is powerless. "Excuse me, Count Nobili, excuse me," he stammers.
I like him I like him for refusing to be forced against his will. I would not live with an angel on such terms." At this point Guglielmi's eyes exhibited a succession of fireworks; his long teeth gleamed, and he smiled a stealthy smile. "But he must be tamed, this youth he must be tamed. Let me see, I must take him on another tack on the flank this time, and hit him hard!"
Nobili had neither moved nor raised his head once. He had listened to Guglielmi, as the rocks listen to the splash of the seething waves beating against their side. As the lawyer proceeded, a deep flush gradually overspread his face when he saw the lawyer's outstretched arms, he retreated to the utmost limits of the room. Guglielmi's arms fell to his side.
In his confusion he misses it. "Not for worlds, Signore Conte," says Guglielmi, nervously passing his hand up and down the panel in search of the door-handle "not for worlds would I offend you! Now Guglielmi has it! Safely clutching the handle with both his hands, Guglielmi's courage returns. His mocking eyes look up without blinking into Nobili's, fierce and flashing as they are.
Altogether this was a priest different from any he had ever met with Guglielmi hated priests he began to be interested in Fra Pacifico. "Well, well," was Guglielmi's reply, with an aspect of intense chagrin, "I had better hopes.
And the lawyer glanced round at the various doors, and particularly to an open one, which led from the sala to the chapel, at the farther end of the house. Fra Pacifico moved forward and closed it. "You are quite safe say what you please," he answered, bluntly. His frank nature rose involuntarily against the cunning of Guglielmi's look and manner. "We have no spies here."
This the marchesa fails to see; but I see it, and you see it, my father." Fra Pacifico shook himself all over as though silently rejecting any possible participation in Maestro Guglielmi's arguments.
All this time Maestro Guglielmi's keen eyes had noted every thing. He was on the lookout for evidence. Persons under strong emotions, as a rule, commit themselves. Count Nobili was young and hot-headed. Count Nobili would probably commit himself. Up to this time Count Nobili had said nothing, however, that could be made use of. Guglielmi's ready brain worked incessantly.
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