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"And what does he think of you?" asked Anastase, working busily. "Oh, it is very simple," returned Del Ferice, with a laugh. "He thinks I am a great scoundrel." "Really! How strange! I should not have said that." "What? That Del Fence is a scoundrel?" asked Donna Tullia, laughing. "No; I should not have said it," repeated Anastase, thoughtfully.
Anastase Gouache recovered rapidly from his injuries, but not so quickly as he wished. There was trouble in the air, and many of his comrades were already gone to the frontier where the skirmishing with the irregular volunteers of Garibaldi's guerilla force had now begun in earnest.
As she had pointed to the door when San Giacinto had come, so she now directed Giovanni in the same way. But Giovanni, on hearing that Anastase was out, began to ask questions. "Has any one been here?" he inquired. "Eh! There was a gentleman a quarter of an hour ago," replied the woman. "Has any lady been here?" "A lady? Macche!" The old creature laughed. "What should ladies do here?"
Here was La Salle, in whom one would have known, at a glance, the chief of the party; and the priest, Cavelier, who seems to have shared not one of the high traits of his younger brother. Here, too, were their nephews, Moranget and the boy Cavelier, now about seventeen years old; the trusty soldier, Joutel, and the friar, Anastase Douay.
Moreover, although the social difficulties which lay in his way were an obstacle which would have seemed insurmountable to many, there were two considerations which gave Anastase some hope of ultimate success.
Anastase stared at this man's face for some time in silence and in evident surprise. He thought he was in a dream, and he spoke rather to assure himself that he was awake than for any other reason. "You were anxious lest I should escape you after all," he said. "You need not be afraid. I shall be able to keep my engagement."
He sprang from his high stool as Donna Tullia and Del Ferice entered, his palette and mahl-stick in his hand, and made a most ceremonious bow; whereat Donna Tullia laughed gaily. "Well, Gouache," she said familiarly, "what have you been doing?" Anastase motioned to her to come before his canvas and contemplate the portrait of herself upon which he was working.
It will be easier now that San Giacinto is to be away. He knows everything, I am sure." "San Giacinto?" It was Gouache's turn to be astonished. But explanations were impossible in such a crowd, and Faustina was already moving away. "Say nothing about what I have told you," Anastase whispered as she left him. She bowed her lovely head in silence and passed on.
The words he had just heard, implying as they did a thorough knowledge of the minutest details of social life, would have terrified Madame Mayer, and would perhaps have driven Del Ferice out of the Papal States in fear of his life. Even the good-natured and foolish Valdarno might reasonably have been startled; but Anastase was made of different stuff.
Orsino resumed his position and scowled at Anastase with a good will. "Not quite such a terrible frown, perhaps," suggested the latter. "When you do that, you certainly look like the gentleman who murdered the Colonna in a street brawl I forget how long ago. You have his portrait. But I fancy the Princess would prefer yes that is more natural. You have her eyes.
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