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Updated: June 5, 2025
There she had been received coldly by Cecilia, and more than coldly by Cecilia's mother. "My dear Cecilia," she had said, attempting to take hold of her friend's hand, "I told you what would come of it." "There need be nothing said about it," said Mrs. Western. "Not after the first occasion," said Miss Altifiorla. "A few words between us to show that each understands the other will be expedient."
Western, assuming a wonderful severity of manner. "You have known me many years and are bound to me by many ties. I tell you what my wishes are. I cannot quite explain my reasons, but I do not doubt that you will guess them." "You have kept the secret?" said Miss Altifiorla with a devilish mixture of malice, fun, and cunning. "It does not matter what I have done.
There is a question for you to answer on your own behalf, instead of blowing me up for any cruelty to Cecilia Holt." Then he signed his name, "Yours ever, F. G." Miss Altifiorla when she received the letter was surprised, but not startled.
There was a careless ease and freedom about her which he rather liked; and he took it in good part that Miss Altifiorla had prepared herself for the interview, though he were to be with her but for a few minutes, and that she should be different from the Miss Altifiorla as she had come away from the Western breakfast table.
But as she has told all Exeter and got that stuff put into the newspapers, she must take the consequences. One is worse than another, as far as I can see." By this Sir Francis intended to express his opinion that Miss Altifiorla was at any rate quite as bad as Cecilia Holt. But the next thing to be decided was the mode of escape.
She looked at me the other day as though she thought that I ought not to put myself into the same room with her again. I suppose she did it in obedience to him." What was Miss Altifiorla to say in answer to such a question? She did remember her promise, and her promise was in a way binding upon her. She wished so to keep it as to be able to boast that she had kept it.
Cecilia only shook her head. "I heard yesterday at the station that they had gone to London together. I presume they are friends." Quickly the idea passed through Mrs. Western's mind that Miss Altifiorla had been untrue to her.
The Italian's name was Francesca and the married lady was called Bessy. Cecilia had no lovers till there came in an evil hour to Exeter one Sir Francis Geraldine. She had somewhat scoffed at love, or at the necessity of having a lover. She and Miss Altifiorla had been of one mind on that subject. Maude Hippesley had a lover and could not be supposed to give her accord. Mrs.
Miss Altifiorla hesitated, having in the first instance desired to use the word girl. "That's as may be," said Mrs. Green. "Your principles used to be on the other side." "Of course all that changes when the opportunity comes. It wasn't so much that I disliked the idea of marriage, for myself, as that I was proud of the freedom which I enjoyed. However that is all over. I am free no longer."
The duty of this woman to her husband, to him whom she loved so truly, to him with whom it was in the very core of her heart to have everything in common! Francesca Altifiorla to speak of her duty to him! But even this had to be borne. "Indeed, I feel every day that I am staying here that I am sacrificing duty to friendship."
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