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"Will you stop to dinner with me? Fabrizi and Sacconi have promised to stay." "Thanks; but I was going to see Signora Bolla home." "Are you really afraid I can't get home by myself?" she asked, rising and putting on her wrap. "Of course he will stay with you, Dr. Riccardo; it's good for him to get a change. He doesn't go out half enough."
"Just before you left Pisa, was it?" "I know no one of that name." "What! Giovanni Bolla? Surely you know him a tall young fellow, closely shaven. Why, he is one of your fellow-students." "There are many students in the university whom I don't know." "Oh, but you must know Bolla, surely! Look, this is his handwriting. You see, he knows you well enough."
"Bolla and all the rest, of course. Enrico, what is the matter with you?" "Well, he's not likely to be let out in a hurry, poor lad, when a comrade has betrayed him. Ugh!" Enrico took up the shirt again in disgust. "Betrayed him? A comrade? Oh, how dreadful!" Arthur's eyes dilated with horror. Enrico turned quickly round. "Why, wasn't it you?" "I? Are you off your head, man?
"Signora Bolla, you and I have gone too far to play at compliments and modest denials now. Tell me honestly, do you recognize that you are using up your brain on work which persons inferior to you could do as well?" "Since you press me for an answer yes, to some extent." "Then why do you let that go on?" No answer. "Why do you let it go on?" "Because I can't help it." "Why?"
If the Gospel is to be trusted, even the most respectable of all Ghosts had a f-f-fancy for capricious alliances. Now, honesty and c-c-cardinals that seems to me a somewhat capricious alliance, and rather an uncomfortable one, like shrimps and liquorice. Ah, Signor Martini, and Signora Bolla! Lovely weather after the rain, is it not? Have you been to hear the n-new Savonarola, too?"
Some surprise was felt at this announcement, but the committee raised no objection; she had been known in the party for several years as a person whose judgment might be trusted; and the members agreed that if Signora Bolla took an unexpected step, she probably had good reasons for it. To Martini she said frankly that she had undertaken to help the Gadfly with some "frontier work."
"If she's gone with the young Ballawhaine, what for aren't you going to England over and fetching her home?" says I. "And what did Cæsar say?" "'No, says he, 'not a step, says he. 'If she's dead, says he, 'we'll only know it a day the sooner, and if she's in life, it'll be a disgrace to us the longest day we live." "Aw, bolla veen, bolla veen!" said Nancy.
He picked it up, unfolded it, and kissed the dear scribble; then began folding the paper up again, with a dim consciousness of having done something very ridiculous, when he noticed on the back of the sheet a postscript which he had not read before. "Be sure and come as soon as possible," it ran, "for I want you to meet Bolla. He has been staying here, and we have read together every day."
He had only been betrayed, like Bolla; He had never been tricked into betraying. Arthur rose, crossing himself from old habit. Approaching the table, he saw lying upon it a letter addressed to him, in Montanelli's handwriting. It was in pencil: "My Dear Boy: It is a great disappointment to me that I cannot see you on the day of your release; but I have been sent for to visit a dying man.
The hot colour went up to Arthur's forehead as he read. Always Bolla! What was he doing in Leghorn again? And why should Gemma want to read with him? Had he bewitched her with his smuggling? It had been quite easy to see at the meeting in January that he was in love with her; that was why he had been so earnest over his propaganda. And now he was close to her reading with her every day.
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