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It is certain that when Baron Belsky came to Venice a few weeks after her own arrival, they began to pose at each other with reference to Clementina; she with a measure of consciousness, he with the singleness of a nature that was all pose. In his forbearance to win Clementina from Gregory he had enjoyed the distinction of an unique suffering; and in allowing the fact to impart itself to Mrs.
He was prepared for her refusal to see him; he had imagined her wounded and pathetic; he had fancied her insulted and indignant; but she met him eagerly and with a mystifying appeal in her welcome. He began at once, without attempting to bridge the time since they had met with any formalities. "I have come to speak to you about that Russian, about Baron Belsky "
"I was to meet a friend there; but he wrote to me that he was starting to Florence, and now " "He's resting on the way? Well, he'll get here about as quick as he would in the ordinary course of travel. One good thing about Italy is, you don't want to hurry; if you did, you'd get left." Belsky stared at him in the stupefaction to which the American humor commonly reduced him.
"It was said they were going to Venice for the summer." "That's what the doctor advised for the old lady. But they don't start for a week or two yet." "Oh!" "Are you going to Miss Milray's, Sunday night? Last of the season, I believe." Belsky seemed to recall himself from a distance.
They were once more at Venice in his ravings, and he was reasoning with her that Belsky was not drowned. The mystery of his malady deepened into the mystery of his death. With that his look of health and youth came back, and as she gazed upon his gentle face, it wore to her the smile of quaint sweetness that she had seen it wear the first night it won her fancy at Miss Milray's horse in Florence.
Gregory tried to speak, but he let Belsky go on. "If you think that the world has spoiled her, that she will be different from what she was in her home among your mountains, let me reassure you. In her you will find the miracle of a woman whom no flattery can turn the head. I have watched her in your interest; I have tested her. She is what you saw her last."
He wants to make money with his patent of a gleaner, that will take the last grain of wheat from the poor, and he wants to joke joke! Clementina said, "I won't let you say that about Mr. Hinkle. You don't know him, or you wouldn't. If he jokes, why shouldn't he?" Belsky made a gesture of rejection. "Oh, you are an American, too."
He groaned, and began to creep giddily about the room in his misery. "Oh, oh, oh! What shall I do?" "But I do not understand!" Belsky began. "If I have committed an error " "Oh, an error that never could be put right in all eternity!" "Then let me go to her let me tell her " "Keep away from her!" shouted Gregory. "Do you hear? Never go near her again!" "Gregory!" "Ah, I beg your pardon!
He seemed to think a lord was such a good joke that if you mentioned one you had to laugh. The Russian's card bore the name Baron Belsky, with the baron crossed out in pencil, and he began to attack in Mrs. Lander the demerits of the American character, as he had divined them.
She was greatly moved, but she did not refuse to let me bid you hope " "Oh!" Gregory took his head between his hands. "You have spoiled my life!" "Spoiled" Belsky stopped aghast. "I told you my story in a moment of despicable weakness of impulsive folly. But how could I dream that you would ever meet her? How could I imagine that you would speak to her as you have done?"
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