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Several hours after this they were at home, and a caller was announced. It was the Baron Atramonte. "Atramonte!" said Lady Dalrymple. "Who is that? We're not at home, of course. Atramonte! Some of these Italian nobles. Really, I think we have seen enough of them. Who is he, Kitty?" "I'm sure I haven't the faintest idea. I never heard of him in my life." "We're not at home, of course.
Why, I just said that I thought he might be one. I didn't know that you were acquainted with any." "Oh yes; I did get acquainted with some in in Canada." "Oh; and is this man a Canadian?" "No, Dowdy darling; only an American." "Well, if he's a friend of yours, I suppose you know something about him. But how singular it is that you have so completely forgotten his name. Atramonte?
Consequently I ain't going to let her go. Not me. Not by a long chalk. "Finally, ma'am, if you'll allow me, I'll touch upon another point. I've thought over your objections to me. It ain't my rank I'm a noble; it ain't money I'm worth a hundred thousand dollars; it ain't my name for I call myself Atramonte. It must be something in me.
They offered me any thing I wanted. They offered me the title of Baron Atramonte. That knocked me, I tell you. Says I, I'm your man. So now you see me Baron Atramonte, captain in the Papal Zouaves, ready to go where glory waits me but fonder than ever of little Min. Oh, I tell you what, I ain't a bit of a brag, but I'm some here.
I'm the Baron Atramonte, and this is my very particular friend, the Reverend Saul Tozer." "I'm happy to make your acquaintance," said Lady Dalrymple, with a smile, and not taking the Baron's offered hand not, however, from pride, but simply from laziness for she hated the bother, and didn't consider it good taste.
The Baron Atramonte might have been one of the excellent of the earth he might have been brave and loyal and just and true and tender, but his manner was one to which they were unaccustomed, and consequently Mrs. Willoughby was quite overcome. The arrival of Girasole, therefore, was greeted by her with joy.
"And what's more, old boy," said Hawbury, earnestly, "if they wanted a valiant, stout, true, honest, loyal soul, they needn't go further than Rufus K. Gunn, Baron de Atramonte." The Baron's face flushed. "Hawbury," said he, "that's good in you. We've tried one another, haven't we? You're a brick! And I don't need you to tell me what you think of me.
To her mind Minnie was now the subject of desperate attention from five men. Thus: 1. Lord Hawbury. Count Girasole. Scone Dacres. Baron Atramonte. Captain Kirby, of whom Mrs. Willoughby had just told her. And of these, four had saved her life, and consequently had the strongest possible claims on her.
Minnie had already taken her departure, and the others were thinking of following her example, when a knock came at the door. All started. One of the maids went to the door, and found a servant there who brought a message from the Baron Atramonte. He wished to speak to the ladies on business of the most urgent importance.
But being in Rome, you see, we must do as the Romans do; and so you needn't know me as Rufus K. Gunn, but as the Baron Atramonte. As for you, Min you and I won't stand on ceremony you may call me 'Roof, or any other name you fancy. I would suggest some pet name something a little loving, you know."
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