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She had made him an allowance to get rid of him, and he lived on it at Rome. "And where is Cesarino?" "In this town. You can see him whenever you like." "Are you happy?" "Quite. People say that I have a lover, but it is not true; and you can see me at any time with perfect liberty."
I took the opportunity of handing over to Greppi Canano's cheque, and he gave me a receipt for it. Therese asked us to supper for the ensuing evening, and said, "There will be four of us in all." Greppi seemed curious to know who the fourth person could be, but I right guessed it would be my dear son Cesarino.
In the evening I went to the opera, and should no doubt have gone to the card-table if I had not seen Cesarino in the pit. I spent two delightful hours with him. He opened his heart to me, and begged me to plead for him with his sister to get her consent to his going to sea, for which he had a great longing. He said that he might make a large fortune by a judicious course of trading.
"And you have rendered all this, which would have made me happy, an impossibility." "The fates decided so; we will say no more about it. On the death of the duke I left Naples, leaving Cesarino at the same boarding school, under the protection of the Prince de la Riccia, who has always looked upon him as a brother.
"I would trust no one else, Cesarino," she said, rising from her chair. "But be cautious; bind me to nothing until we meet again. I must hear all that passes between you and the count, then judge for myself." "I will obey you in all things, noble lady," replied Trenta, submissively. How he dreaded betraying his secret exultation!
When she saw the portrait, she gave a cry which puzzled everybody, and her first motion was to kiss the portrait. "Look," said she to Cesarino, "here is your portrait." Cesarino looked at it in astonishment, and the box passed from hand to hand. Everybody said that it was my portrait, taken ten years ago, and that it might pass for a likeness of Cesarino.
I talked to her of the wish of Cesarino to go to sea, and I did all in my power to make her yield to his inclinations. "I am leaving him at Milan," said she. "I know how he got this idea into his head, but I will never give my consent. I hope I shall find him wiser by the time I come back." She was mistaken. My son never altered his mind, and in fifteen years my readers will hear more of him.
I talked to her of the wish of Cesarino to go to sea, and I did all in my power to make her yield to his inclinations. "I am leaving him at Milan," said she. "I know how he got this idea into his head, but I will never give my consent. I hope I shall find him wiser by the time I come back." She was mistaken. My son never altered his mind, and in fifteen years my readers will hear more of him.
"The festival of the Holy Countenance and the cotillon!" cried the marchesa, with great indignation. "Tell me nothing about the Orsetti ball. I won't listen to it. Good Heavens!" she continued, reddening, "I am thirty years younger than you are, but I left off dancing fifteen years ago. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Cesarino!" Cesarino only smiled at her benignantly in reply.
After dinner the Abbe Gama asked me to breakfast with him, or to have him to breakfast the next morning, as he was longing for a good talk with me. "Come and breakfast with me," said I, "I shall be delighted to see you." When the guests had gone Don Cesarino, as the pretended brother of Therese was called, asked me if I would walk with him.
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