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Updated: June 11, 2025
"That does not surprise me, baron," said I. He laughed a little. "Well, perhaps it would surprise you even less if you knew me better," he replied. "But really, I came here to talk about Cardegna and not to chatter about that contemptible creature, man, who is not worth a moment's notice, I assure you.
And this baroness what can she want of me? She speaks Italian like a Spanish cow, and indeed she needs a professor badly enough. But why should she take a fancy for me as a teacher. Ah! those eyes! Not the baroness'. Edvigia Edvigia di Lira Edvigia Ca Cardegna! Why not?" He stopped to think, and looked long at the moonbeams playing on the waters of the fountain. "Why not?
"Now look, and tell me where Signor Cardegna is gone." I looked indeed, and it was long before I looked away. The rest, the freedom, and the happiness had done their work quickly, in spite of all the dreadful anxiety and fatigue. The fresh, transparent colour was in her cheeks, and her blue eyes were clear and bright.
Do you suppose, Signor Cardegna, that I am still interested in your comings and goings?" "The sequel to what I have told you, sir," answered Nino, bowing again, and looking very grave, "is that I once more most respectfully and honestly ask you to give me the hand of your daughter, the Signorina Hedwig von Lira."
Indeed, the description was his, which is the reason why it is so enthusiastic. "Yes," said Benoni, "I am a great traveller, and often go to Paris for a day or two. I know everyone there. Cardegna had a perfect ovation. All the women sent him flowers, and all the men asked him to dinner."
I was sitting in front of him, but I rose and pretended to shut the door, thus putting the table and the end of the piano between us, before I answered. "She is in Rome, Signor Conte," I said. "With Cardegna?" he asked, not betraying any emotion. "Yes." "Very well. I will have them arrested at once. That is all I wanted." He put his crutch-stick to the floor as though about to rise.
For how could he disguise himself any longer, when he should be singing in public every night? But Hedwig clapped her hands. "So soon?" she cried. "Then there will be an end of the mystery." "Yes," said Nino, gravely "there will be an end of the mystery." "At least you can tell me his name, now that we shall all know it." "Oh, his name his name is Cardegna, like mine. He is my cousin, you know."
When you have made up your mind to act sensibly, and to forget the Signor Cardegna, you shall return to society, where you may select a husband of your own position and fortune, if you choose; or you may turn Romanist, and go into a convent, and devote yourself to good works and idolatry, or anything else.
There was something unnatural and terrifying in her sudden calm, as she forced herself to rise and greet her visitor. "I fear I come out of season," he said, apologetically, as he bent over her hand. "On the contrary," she answered; "but forgive me if I speak one word to Professor Cardegna." She went to where Nino was standing.
You were there yesterday, Signor Cardegna, and her servant says he saw you giving her something in a glass of water." He drank a long draught from his glass. "You would have done better to give her some of this wine, my friend. She would certainly be alive to-day." But Nino was dark and thoughtful.
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