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When he had finished, he sauntered up to the wooden bridge that led to the bathing cabins and sat down on the upper rail, hooking one foot behind the lower one. Bastianello, momentarily separated from Teresina, came and stood beside him. "A couple of fenders would save the new paint on her, if we are going for crabs," he observed, thoughtfully.
Since Bastianello had discovered that he, Ruggiero, was suffering from an acute attack of the affections, it had become the latter's chief object to conceal the real truth. It was not so much, that he dreaded the ridicule he, a poor sailor of being known to love a great lady's daughter; ridicule was not among the things he feared.
"If you knew how true that is!" exclaimed Teresina, blushing deeply and turning away. "I will ask the Marchesa if she will go out," she added, as she walked quickly away. Bastianello waited and in a few moments she came back. "Not to-day," she said. "So much the better. I want to say something to you, Teresina. Will you listen to me? Can I say it here?"
"It would have been such good practice!" An hour later Bastianello was sitting alone in the boat, under the awning, enjoying the cool breeze and wishing that the ladies would go for a sail while it lasted, instead of waiting until late in the afternoon as they generally did, at which time there was usually not a breath of air on the water.
Bastianello, too, was keen enough to see that anything which gave him an opportunity of discussing the girl with his brother might be of advantage, in that it might bring Ruggiero to the open expression of a settled purpose either to marry the girl or not. And if he once gave his word that he would not, Bastianello would be no longer bound to suffer in silence as he had suffered so many weeks.
Therefore I say, go and speak to her, for she will have you and she will be better with you than near that apoplexy of a San Miniato." Ruggiero did not answer at once, but pulled out his pipe and filled it and began to smoke. "Why should I speak?" he asked at last. There was a struggle in his mind, for he did not wish to tell Bastianello outright that he did not really care for Teresina.
In that way you will be near to Teresina and she will amuse herself the better, for you and she can take the crabs while I hold the torch." "And the Signorina and the Count can sit together in the stern," said Bastianello, who seemed much pleased with the arrangement. "The best crabs are between Scutari and the natural arch." "One knows that," assented Ruggiero, and relapsed into silence.
The piece of information he had just received was worth communicating, for it raised Teresina very much in the eyes of Bastianello, and he did not doubt that it would influence Ruggiero in the right direction.
Then the two brothers hauled her up upon the sloping cement slip between the pier and the bathing houses, and turned her over. The boys swam away, and Black Rag departed with his money. "What have you bought her for, Ruggiero?" asked Bastianello. "She has copper nails," observed the other examining the bottom carefully. "She is worth fifty francs. Your thought was good.
Beatrice turned with a smile, looked at it and then at Ruggiero. "What did I tell you the other day, Ruggiero?" she asked, still smiling. "You were to call me Signorina. Do you remember?" "Yes, Signorina. I beg pardon." Beatrice saw that Teresina had not yet left the cabin with her bag, and that Bastianello was loitering before the door, pretending or really trying to help her.
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