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Updated: May 12, 2025
Domenico engaged himself in the year 1550 to Signor Giuliano Cesarino, and he does not work on his own account.
Canano shook me by the hand, and told me he expected me and the marquis to dinner every day, and I promised we would come at the earliest opportunity. I went to Therese's, and found Greppi there before me. Therese and Don Cesarino, whom I covered with kisses, came in a quarter of an hour afterwards. The banker stared at him in speechless wonder.
"Calm yourself, Cesarino, I should not like you to have a fit in my house." "Fit! chè chè?" cried Trenta, angrily. "Not while I am in the presence of the young and fair," he added, recovering himself. "It is that which has kept me alive all this time. No, marchesa, I refuse to sit down again. I refuse to sit down, or to take a hand at your rubber, until something is settled."
"Come," said she, drawing me in the direction of her bed-room. She opened a large box which contained her jewels and diamonds, and shares to the amount of fifty thousand ducats. Besides that she had a large amount of plate, and her talents which assured her the first place in all the Italian theatres. "Do you know whether our dear Cesarino has been in love yet?" said I.
We spent the time by talking with interest on various topics till Cesarino and the husband came back. The dear child finished his conquest of me at supper; he had a merry random wit, and all the Neapolitan vivacity. He sat down at the clavier, and after playing several pieces with the utmost skill he began to sing Neapolitan songs which made us all laugh.
"If all this is because the marriage with Count Marescotti has failed, you are a fool, Trenta! a fool, do you hear?" And she leaned over him, tightened her hand upon his shoulder, and actually shook him. Trenta submitted passively. "On the whole, I am very glad of it. Do you hear? You talked me over, Cesarino; I have repented it ever since.
"Trenta Cesarino!" and the marchesa rose, laid her long, white fingers on his shoulder it was a cruel hand, spite of its symmetry and aristocratic whiteness "what does this mean? Speak, speak! I hate mystification. I order you to speak!" she added, imperiously. "Have you seen Count Marescotti?" Trenta nodded. "What does he say? Is the marriage arranged?" Trenta shook his head.
He could not make out whether he was my son or my brother. Seeing his amazement, Therese told him Cesarino was her brother. This stupefied the worthy man still more. At last he asked me if I had known Therese's mother pretty well, and on my answering in the affirmative he seemed more at ease. The meal was excellent, but all my attention went to my son.
In this home he had made furniture, pictures, choice books all shewed the man of genius. He called on me, asked me to dinner, and had the politeness to include Therese, her husband, and Cesarino in the invitation. After dinner my son sat down at the clavier and delighted the company by his exquisite playing. While we were talking of likenesses, Sir Mann shewed us some miniatures of great beauty.
To emancipate Enrica from her miserable life by an honorable marriage, was, to his benevolent heart, infinite happiness! "Good-night, marchesa. May you repose well!" "Good-night, Cesarino a rivederci!" So they parted. The ball at Casa Orsetti was much canvassed in Lucca. Hospitality is by no means a cardinal virtue in Italy.
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