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Updated: June 21, 2025
Thus courted and admired and smiled upon by that fashionable and gracious assembly, what else could Mr. Brunelli be but one of those dazzling titled patricians, glorious of name but shy of rent money, concerning whom experience had made her wise?
"No means at least of prolonging your life?" "There is such a means; and Brunelli recommends it. The application of the greatest possible heat, the production of a continual perspiration, which may a little retard the progress of the evil, and perhaps prolong my life for a few weeks! "Lorenzo, it is my duty to struggle every day with death.
"Then your excellency is not satisfied?" asked Brunelli, with consternation. "The whole palace is full of jubilation; all the servants and lackeys and even the secretary of the legation are delighted with this divine affair!" The cardinal paid no attention to these panegyrics of his major-domo, but thoughtfully paced the room with long strides.
He is a niggard, a poor fellow, of whom all Rome is speaking to-day, and laughing at him and his master, while they are praising you to the skies!" And Signor Brunelli related to his listening master the whole story of the gigantic fish, and of the humiliation of the Spanish cook. The cardinal listened with attention, and a dark cloud gradually gathered upon his thoughtful brow.
"This letter," said the pope, with solemnity, "Brings me life or death. It is the answer of the learned physician, Professor Brunelli, of Bologna!" "You have written to him?" asked Lorenzo, turning pale. "I wrote him, particularly describing my condition and sufferings; in God's name I conjured him to tell me the truth, and Brunelli is a man of honor; he will do it!
It was Brunelli, the major-domo of the cardinal, who came with a proud step, and face beaming with joy, to make a report of his plans and preparations for the morrow's entertainment. "In the evening the park will be illuminated with many thousand lamps, which will outshine the sun, so that the guests will there wander in a sea of light," said he, in closing his report.
Lorenzo, would you know what signifies this consuming fire, this weariness and relaxation of my limbs? It is the effect of Acqua Tofana!" "Oh, my God," shrieked Lorenzo, "you are poisoned!" "Irretrievably," calmly responded the pope; "Brunelli says it, and I feel in my burning entrails that he speaks the truth." "And are there no remedies?" lamented Lorenzo, wringing his hands.
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