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Perhaps you might discover it by an examination of the books." There was a short silence. Mr. Van de Werve's eyes were fixed upon the ground. Signor Deodati passed his hand across his brow, and was absorbed in painful thoughts. Simon watched for a few moments, with an inquisitive eye, the effect of this revelation upon his two companions, trying to penetrate their very souls.
"And the ten thousand crowns? and the disgrace of bankruptcy? Oh, the infernal thought! might I not take from a corpse the acknowledgment of the debt? I will go to Mr. Van de Werve's; I must speak with Geronimo; I must know where tins evening he " The words died upon his lips, and a sudden terror shook him from head to foot.
He was displeased by the long absence of his nephew, and was about to remonstrate with him. But, by Turchi's explanation, this want of attention was pardoned, and he was even permitted to bid a hasty adieu to Mary and her father. He returned almost immediately, and offering his arm to his uncle, he left Mr. Van de Werve's house.
I would give my fortune to save him, and the little that remains to me of life to know that he still lives." Tears filled Mr. Van de Werve's eyes as he contemplated his daughter and the desolate old man; but he controlled his emotion, and said: "Mary, I requested you to stay in your own apartment, because you cannot moderate the expression of your sorrow. You have disregarded my desire.
It was apparently a festival day at Antwerp, for through all the gates people poured from the surrounding country into the city. The streets were filled with persons of all ages, who, talking and laughing, hastened to the centre of the city, as though they anticipated some magnificent spectacle. Before Mr. Van de Werve's residence was a compact mass of citizens who seemed impatient at the delay.
We will pass in Italy the first months of our happy life; Italy that earthly paradise where God has lavished all the treasures of nature, and man all the treasures of art." They heard Mr. Van de Werve's voice in the hall giving urgent orders to the servants. "Mary," said Geronimo, "your father is coming. I implore you not to divulge, in any manner, what I have told you.
"No, signor; I wish to see you concerning an affair which, although not serious, necessitates a conversation with you. I would have spoken to you on this subject this evening when at Mr. Van de Werve's, but the place was inappropriate to such discussions." "Return then with me," stammered Turchi, with ill-disguised anxiety. "Where were you going, signor?" said the bailiff.
The servant who opened the door ushered him into a parlor and went to call his master. Deodati threw himself into a chair, covered his face with his hands, and was so absorbed in thought that he was not aware of Mr. Van de Werve's entrance. "Good morning, signor," said the Flemish noble, saluting him. "Your early visit encourages me to hope that you have news of our poor Geronimo." "Bad news, Mr.
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