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Updated: June 15, 2025
'Has Don Alberto come home yet, Gaetano? he asked. 'No, sir. The porter touched his large three-cornered hat respectfully, for the musician had that morning given him a handsome tip preparatory to leaving. 'His Excellency may not come home till very late, he vouchsafed to add, with a faint smile.
She said it in a way that made me sure she had already suffered the question, as Don Alberto has now told you is really the case. 'It all agrees very well together, Ortensia announced, shaking her head. 'Poor Pina! Perhaps Don Alberto threatened her, for I suppose he has power to do anything he pleases here in Rome. 'I will go and ask her, Stradella said. 'That is the simplest way. 'No!
She rose at a noise of voices in the hall below. "They are going, Merthyr. See him now. There may be help in heaven; if one could think it! If help were given to this country if help were only visible! The want of it makes us all without faith." "Hush! you may hear good news from Carlo Alberto in a few hours," said Merthyr.
For Don Alberto is nephew to both the Popes, as they say here, and it would be an easy matter for him to carry her off into the country; the more so as she and my master are living in his own palace, and it sometimes happens that the Maestro goes out alone to a rehearsal of music, leaving only me and Pina to protect his lady, and what could we do if Don Alberto came at such a time with a band of men and simply carried the lady downstairs to his own coach and drove away with her?
'Excellency, the man said in an obsequious tone, his hat in his hand, 'I pray the favour of a word. Don Alberto stopped in some surprise, for he had not noticed any one but the vegetable hawker in the deserted square when he had left his own door a moment earlier. 'What do you want? he asked suspiciously, and stopping to face the man.
The fat, fair, slow man was more conscientious. He laboured through his part. The other two men were in the background more or less. The most confidential was the fat, fair, slow man, who was called Alberto. His part was not very important, so he could sit by me and talk to me. He said they were all workers in the factory silk, I think it was in the village.
Yes, like a man pushed by his destiny out of the path. He is ashamed to hesitate; he cannot turn back. Ahead of him he sees a gulf. That army of Carlo Alberto may do something under its Pole. Prophecy is too easy. I say no more. We may have Lombardy open; and if so, my poor boy's vanity will be crowned: he will only have the king and his army against him then."
The Alberto, slow and laborious, yet with a spark of vividness and natural intensity flashing through, replied and gesticulated; the Maddelena laid her head on the bosom of Alfredo, the other men started into action, and the play proceeded intently for half an hour. Quick, vivid, and sharp, the little Giuseppino was always central. But he seemed almost invisible.
Fra Alberto, bethinking him that 'twas not as an angel, but as a cavalier that he must acquit himself that night, fell to fortifying himself with comfits and other dainties, that he might not lose his saddle for slight cause.
Don Alberto looked down thoughtfully at her beautiful motionless head, though his ears were open too, for he loved music; but just then he was even more in love with the beautiful Venetian, and though he had been worsted in his first attempt, he was by no means ready to give up the siege.
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