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. . . You can scarcely imagine to yourself the retired life we live, and how we have retreated from the kind advances of the English society here. Now people seem to understand that we are to be left alone. . . . . . . We drive day by day through the lovely Cascine, just sweeping through the city.
Thenceforth it is a stupid tale. "For her sins," the Russian lady made a long retreat in a neighboring convent; whence she did not emerge until November was sweeping the leaves down the Cascine, and the world was once more at home. When she returned to the city of her former triumph, it was to find every door shut against her, every face averted as she passed.
Osmond at this moment showed himself little at Palazzo Crescentini; but Isabel met him every day elsewhere, as she was free to do after their engagement had been made public. She had taken a carriage by the month, so as not to be indebted to her aunt for the means of pursuing a course of which Mrs. Touchett disapproved, and she drove in the morning to the Cascine.
They fortunately found sunny rooms, as the cold was intense. To cold followed rain, and she remarks: "Walking is out of the question; and driving-how I at once envy and despise the happy rich who have carriages, and who use them only to drive every afternoon in the Cascine.
What house do you think they selected?" "You really mustn't set me riddles, Mrs. Foss." "For years we have seen it every time we drive to the Cascine, and seen it with a certain curiosity always deserted, always with closed blinds, in its way the most beautiful house in Florence." "The most I can't think what house you mean." "Of course not, with your tastes.
"Do you think I'm so changeable as that? Haven't I always said winter when this question of the seasons was up? And I say it now. Shan't you be awfully sorry when you can't have a pleasant little fire on the hearth like this any more?" "Yes; I know. But it's very nice having the flowers, too. The grass was all full of daisies to-day perfectly powdered with them." "To-day? Where?" "At the Cascine.
The lake-shore is of course the line of attraction, for it is the only natural beauty of the place. But what trees! Several of the streets of Chicago may easily become as beautiful drives as the far-famed Cascine at Florence, and will be so before her population doubles again, which is giving but a short interval for the improvement. No parks as yet, however.
I was in bed for two days after I got to Athens but had a fine time, as all the officers from the San Francisco, from the admiral down, came to see me, and the minister, consul and the rest did all that could have been done. I am now all right and was bicycling in the dear old Cascine this morning. On the whole it was a most successful trip.
She came into the library while I was chatting with him. But I don't know her name." "Was she about twenty-one?" I asked eagerly. "Yes about that age," was his reply. "But, of course, I have no idea whether it is the young lady you mean." "Had you seen her before?" "I think so once before. She was in the car in the Cascine with Mrs. De Gex." "I wonder how I could discover more about her?" I asked.
People call him a lovely child, and if I were to call him the same it wouldn't be very extraordinary, only I assure you 'a robust child' I may tell you that he is with a sufficient modesty, and also that Wilson says he is universally admired in various tongues when she and the nurse go out with him to the Cascine 'What a beautiful baby! and 'Che bel bambino! He has had a very stormy entrance upon life, poor little fellow; and when he was just three days old, a grand festa round the liberty tree planted at our door, attended with military music, civic dancing and singing, and the firing of cannons and guns from morning to night, made him start in his cradle, and threw my careful nurse into paroxysms of devotion before the 'Vergine Santissima' that I mightn't have a fever in consequence.
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