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A sort of listless indifference came over Orsino, the reaction, no doubt, after all the excitement through which he had passed. It seemed to him that Maria Consuelo had never loved him, and that it was better after all that she should be gone. He longed for the old days, indeed, but as she now appeared to him in his meditations he did not wish her back.
"We two might," he answered, resuming his indifferent tone. "After all, we have talked so much together during the last month that we ought to understand each other." "Yes," said Maria Consuelo. "And I think we do," she added thoughtfully. "Then why should we think differently about the same thing? But I am not going to try and define love. It is not easily defined, and I am not clever enough."
But neither of them were under any illusion, and neither cared to affect that peculiar form of self-forgiveness which finds good reasons always for doing what is always pleasant. Orsino, indeed, never pressed his services and was careful not to be seen too often in public with Maria Consuelo by the few acquaintances who were in town.
He would have liked nothing better than to bring about the acquaintance, but he had only met Maria Consuelo once, though that interview had been a long one, and he remembered her rather short answer to his offer of service in the way of making acquaintances.
I will go to him to-day and tell him that I wish to marry you " "You will not do that!" exclaimed Maria Consuelo in a tone of alarm. "Yes, I will. Why not? Do you know what he once said to me? He told me he wished we might take a fancy to each other, because, as he expressed it, we should be so well matched." "Did he say that?" asked Maria Consuelo gravely. "That or something to the same effect.
"She have of herself assist you to climb to the tree to pull to yourself the berry for my sister." But I felt Consuelo's little hand return my pressure, and I forgave and even pitied him. From that day forward, Chu Chu and Consuelo were not only firm friends but daily companions.
One can understand that we of old Rome, have been used to him since the deluge. But a stranger is horrified at the first sight of him. Consuelo positively dreads to meet him in the street. She says that he makes her dream of all sorts of horrors." "It is quite true," said Maria Consuelo, with a slight movement of her beautiful shoulders.
She laughed a little. "What a terrible conclusion!" "Is it? It is the true one." "Then the way to win a woman's love is to praise her acquaintances? That is original." "I never said that." "No? I misunderstood. What is the best way?" "Oh it is very simple," laughed Maria Consuelo. "Tell her you love her, and tell her so again and again you will certainly please her in the end."
A little later they stood side by side, gazing at the calm dead face, in a long silence. How long they stood, they never knew, for their hearts were very full. The sun was going down and the evening light filled the room. "Did he tell you, before he died about me?" asked Maria Consuelo in a low voice. "Yes. He told me everything."
During the home journey Consuelo recovered her spirits, and parted from me with a magnanimous and forgiving pressure of the hand. I do not know what explanation of Chu Chu's original escapade was given to Enriquez and the rest of the family; the inscrutable forgiveness extended to me by Consuelo precluded any further inquiry on my part. I was willing to leave it a secret between her and Chu Chu.
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