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Updated: June 25, 2025
When we entered the contessa's sitting-room that afternoon the child was playing on the floor with a small china vase, taken haphazard from the mantelpiece, I imagine. Whether our entrance startled her, or whether she was in a destructive mood, I cannot say, but she dashed down the vase and broke it in pieces. "Oh, Nella! Naughty, naughty Nella!" exclaimed her mother.
The contessa's manner suggested to Nina that it was perhaps questionable taste for a young girl to sit out part of a dance. Instead, therefore, of resuming her place on the sofa, she asked Allegro to take her to the princess. During the rest of the evening she had an uncomfortable conviction that the Contessa Potensi was talking about her.
He saw far more clearly than he had done before that a stop should have been put ere now to the Contessa's operations, and in the light of last night's proceedings perceived his own errors in judgment those errors which he had, indeed, been sensible of, yet condoned in himself with that wonderful charity which we show towards our own mistakes and follies.
It was at luncheon that the intimation was made, in the Contessa's presence, so that he did not venture to let loose any expression of his feelings. He gave a cry, only half uttered, of astonishment, restrained by politeness, turning his eyes, which grew twice their size in the bewilderment of the moment, from Lucy to the Contessa and back again.
As for Lucy, still much confused and scarcely recognising the full meaning of the Contessa's warmth, she made her way to her own room in a haze of disturbed and uneasy feeling. Somehow she could not tell how she felt herself in the wrong. What was it she had done? What was it she had left undone?
"Of course," said Folco, looking intently at the tube, as though he could understand something about the contents by mere inspection. "You are quite right. You should take no risks with such things especially as they look so innocent!" He leaned back in his chair again, as if satisfied, and his eyes met the Contessa's at the same moment.
You see," she said, with a smile "I do not put all this blame upon Providence, but a great deal on myself. But to put me out of the question " Lucy put a hand upon the Contessa's arm. She was much moved by this revelation. "Oh! don't do that," she said; "it is you I want to hear of."
The elder woman understood and pitied. As for Lucy Foster, the Contessa's shrewd eyes watched her with a new respect. At what stage, in truth, was the play, and how would it end? Meanwhile for Lucy Foster alone, Manisty was not agreeable. He rose formally when she appeared; he placed her chair; he paid her all necessary courtesies. But his conversation never included her.
Lucy was silent, partly touched, partly resisting. If it ever could be right to do evil that good might come, perhaps this motive might justify it. And then came the question how much, in the Contessa's code, was evil, of these proceedings? She was silenced, if not satisfied.
For instance, though he is a good way behind, I am sure he is looking at me now, just in that way." Marcello turned his head instinctively, and saw that Folco had just dismounted to tighten the girth of the Contessa's saddle.
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