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Signora Albacina asked what Benedetto intended to say to the Pontiff. The Professor smiled. Benedetto had not taken any one into his confidence, and no one had ventured to question him. "That would be very little," said Signora Albacina in a low tone. Jeanne uttered a low murmur of assent. "Very little indeed!" she exclaimed, almost as if the Professor were to blame.
Signora Albacina observed that all this was very beautiful, and if that was how matters really stood, certainly the Marchesa's prophecy would not be fulfilled. "The prophecy about the tordbudella, the 'entrail twister? Ah no!" said the Professor, laughing. "Such things are not done now, and I do not believe they ever were done. It is all calumny!
Especially as he seems doomed to speedy death. Don't you think so? How can we manage it? Let us think!" "I have no wish to see him," Jeanne said hastily. "Really?" her friend exclaimed. "But how is that? Explain this riddle!" "It is quite simple. I have no desire to see him." "Curious!" thought Signora Albacina. The carriage drew up before the entrance to the Grand Hôtel.
He offered her his arm, and led her down, apologising for the darkness, and explaining that the proprietor's avarice was to blame for it. Jeanne entered Signora Albacina's carriage, which was to take her to the Grand Hôtel. On the way Signora Albacina spoke with regret of what Guarnacci had just told her. Jeanne did not open her lips. Her silence troubled her friend.
She could not tell what projects her husband had in his mind, she did not know; but in her opinion it would be madness not to go, not to listen, because there could be no danger, and Jeanne need not commit herself in any way. Jeanne yielded, although the silence Signora Albacina had maintained up to the last moment in a matter of such importance made her tremble.
It soon burst forth again, however, the topic being Benedetto's discourse. There ensued such a confusion of senseless remarks, of worthless opinions, of would-be wise sayings devoid of wisdom that the lady in black proposed to Signora Albacina, in whose company she had come, that they should take their departure.
In the carriage with Signora Albacina, in the room with her brother, even while obliged to talk with one or the other, to pay attention to so many different things, this idea, this proposal, which the burning heart was making to the will, had been continually flashing within her. Now it flashed no longer. Jeanne contemplated it lying quiet within her.
Cold, damp weather at the beginning of October, a projected essay on Bernini, which had succeeded the projected novel, had persuaded Carlino to satisfy Signora Albacina sooner than he had intended, by leaving Villa Diedo before winter set in for the milder climate of Rome. This to the great joy of his sister. Two or three days after his arrival he had a slight attack of bronchitis.
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