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Bellaroba looked down, plucked at her skirt, saw Angioletto's hand peeping round her waist. It seemed difficult to say, and yet what she did say was very simple: "We have not asked Olimpia, you know." "No," Angioletto answered; "we have had no time yet. But we will, of course." "Oh, of course," said she, who kept her eyes hidden, and spoke very low. "Oh, of course. But " "Well, dearest?"
Borso turned again to Bellaroba, but kept the other in his eye. "Now, missy, what had you to do with Captain Mosca's headpiece?" "Nothing, my lord." "What!" he roared. "Did you not cut it off?" "No, my lord." "Why not, girl? He was your enemy, I suppose?" "I think he was, my lord." "Think! Do you not know it? What did he want of you?" "He wanted to make me bad, my lord." "Ah!
Angioletto did his best not to feel a detected schoolboy, and did succeed in meeting the Captain's terrific looks. Bellaroba made no attempt at heroism. Her blush was a thing to be seen. "Bellaroba, come with me, my child," said Olimpia severely; but Angioletto kept her hand. Captain Mosca fiddled at his sword-hilt. "Would you like spitted lark for supper, Madonna?" he asked with meaning.
"Did she come here as Signora Qualcosa?" "She came here as Bellaroba, Magnificence. No one knows of our marriage but your Grace and the Holy Virgin." "Then you are not married, but should be. That is your meaning eh?" "Ah, by Heaven, Magnificence," cried Angioletto, "we are the most married couple in the world!" "H'm," was all Borso had to say to that. "And who made her of Madama's Court?"
"But I don't quite see. If she was kind I wonder why you judged it better to go, or why she did." "It did not rest wholly with us," said Angioletto. Bellaroba did not pursue the subject. But after a short pause "And are you now from her house?" she asked. Angioletto shook his head. "That was a very long time ago," said he; "two years at least. I am eighteen, you must know.
Did you ever see such a lovely child?" Bellaroba drew a long breath. "I think he is as lovely as an angel," she replied, her eyes fascinated. And her saying was equally true.
She even grew quite enthusiastic upon her husband's account, almost sentimental about him. It is by no means certain that the Countess was as wise as her guide. The facts which induced the letter were these. Guarini had chanced upon an early mass at San Cristoforo and Bellaroba kneeling at her prayers.
And my mother commanded it." "Your last appears to me the only reason worth a thought. Do you not want to know what I think of it, Bellaroba?" He bent his head towards her. Her answer, the flutter of a quick little kiss, pleased him. "Well, I will tell you," said he. "I think we should be married at once this very minute. I do indeed." "Oh!" said Bellaroba, blushing beautifully.
Olimpia burst into a shrill laugh, and Angioletto, who had the pluck of a little gamecock, turned to his partner in guilt. "And you, Madonnetta," he said sweetly, "what do you say to boars head larded?" Bellaroba giggled in spite of herself for she was terribly frightened but again Olimpia, the grand indifferent, pealed her delight.
God knows what La Fragiletta might have taught her. It is certain she was all unlettered in love up to that hour. Bellaroba was not only modest by instinct, but that better thing, innocent by preoccupation. In all this she was a dead contrast to her handsome friend Olimpia Castaneve, who was really a beauty of the true Venetian mould.
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