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Updated: May 27, 2025
Yvonne gave one startled glance over the crowd, then jumped down behind the box and, unslinging her orchestra as she dropped, literally dove under the canvas flap and disappeared. Philidor, who was in the act of making change, called Cleofonte to take his place and went inside, to find that Yvonne had fled behind the wagon. "What is it?" he asked, alarmed. "Are you ill?" "No, no," breathlessly.
She shook her head, still eyeing him narrowly, but he only smoked composedly and, after looking into the tent, threw open the flaps with a generous gesture and invited her to enter. Cleofonte and Luigi were counting their money, but when the title of their visitor was announced, rose and bowed to the ground. It was seldom that the Fabiani family had been done so great an honor.
Indeed, she was making herself very much at home, and to Philidor's chagrin insisted upon examining the Signora's knives and torches, the heavy weights of Cleofonte, the chains and the larger fragments of the stone which Luigi had broken on Cleofonte's chest. It was all very interesting. Then she sat upon a bench, her glance still roving restlessly, lighting at last upon the house wagon.
Cleofonte is married. Luigi? He has a temper " "Marry me! You might do worse," he said suddenly. Her face changed color and the laughter died on her lips. "You? O Philidor!" She turned away from him and looked up at the sky. "I I mean it," he repeated. "I think you had better." He sought her hand and she trembled under his touch. "Fate has thrown us together twice. Its intention is obvious.
When she sat, Hermia put an arm around the child and kissed her softly on the brow. Stella looked up at her timidly and then put her sinewy brown hand in Hermia's softer ones and there let it stay. Hermia had made a friend. Cleofonte looked up from his chicken bone and shook his huge shoulders. "You are sorry, Signorina? Jesu mio! So am I. But what would you have? One must eat."
He paused a moment, his hand on the doorknob, looking over the head of the audience toward the entrance flap, where Cleofonte, oblivious of the tragedy which threatened the newer members of his family, still shouted hoarsely.
But Yvonne was obdurate. There were reasons the Signor would understand that which made this decision inevitable. They must go at once, as soon as the night had fallen. The first shock over, Cleofonte clasped his hands over his knees and stared gloomily at the tent flap. If the Signora could have stopped in Alenon but two days more.
She led him through the bushes to the fire where the Signora and Stella made him welcome with their kindest smiles and the bambino cried lustily. Cleofonte and Luigi presently emerged from the forest where they had gone in search of wood and deposited their loads by the fireside.
A wagon it was a wagon with a roof, its end showing a window which caught the reflection of the sky a house wagon, and near it, phantom-like against the dim foliage, a shaggy gray horse; to the right, the white smoke of a newly made fire rising among the trees. It was the roulotte of the Fabiani family and there in the woods was his friend of a night, Cleofonte, the incomparable.
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