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She was presented a week after, the strictest secrecy being kept about these proceedings; and mercifully, as a matter of fact, did not convey infection either to the Contessa or to the still more distinguished ladies with whom she came in contact. What a day for Madame di Forno-Populo! There was nothing against her. The Duchess had spent an anxious week, inquiring everywhere.
"Well?" said the Contessa, turning round to her retainers with a quick movement. They were all gazing at the débutante so intently that they had no eyes for her. One of them at length replied, with something like solemnity: "Oh, I understand what you mean, Contessa; anybody but you would have to abdicate." "But not you," said another, who had some kindness in his heart.
"Would you put me into a museum and have the state support me?" "No! No! we are glad to make use of such excellent working powers. We need men like you. And what does madame say to it?" "Contessa Muralto remains Contessa Muralto. I have broken completely with her and with my old life. I wish to make my position clear to you.
"It is not probable," answered the clerk with a grave face. "They say that the Signora Contessa is not likely to live through the day." "Is Donna Tullia ill?" asked Orsino in considerable astonishment. "She returned from Naples yesterday morning, and was taken ill in the afternoon it is said to be apoplexy," he added in a low voice.
She supposed that Barto was going to say that he had not given the order for her assassination. "You do not wish me dead, signore?" "Nothing that is not standing in my way, signora contessa," said Barto; and his features blazed with a smile of happy self-justification. "I have killed a sentinel this night: Providence placed him there.
Macaroni? Roast chicken and salad. Assunta. Niente! Macaroni! Giacomo. Roast chicken! You are a pretty one to take the place of the cook! Assunta. Roast chicken then! But what are you standing here for in the hall polishing spoons? If the Contessa could see you!
"Angela is a dear little woman!" said Florian, with an air of emotional condescension, "The dearest little woman in the world! And she is really clever." "Clever!" echoed Sylvie, "Is that all?" "Cara Contessa, is not that enough?" "Angela is a genius," averred Sylvie, with warmth and energy, "a true genius! a great, a sublime artist!"
But the Contessa Masco, taking her cognac at a swallow, glanced at Tornik with a laugh. "Oh, lord, no! Nothing so dull, I hope, in this house!" Derby joined Nina, and she looked up at him with pride. "I am glad you are here to-night; I seem to be especially glad " She broke off, but her intonation conveyed unspoken thoughts. Derby's eyes kindled. "Why especially?
The Contessa was not perfect there were many things in her which Lady Randolph could with difficulty excuse to herself: but she had the heart of a mother for Bice. Oh, yes, it was true, quite true.
The contessa, on the other hand, looked upon Giovanni's attention to the dancer as an artifice practised solely on her account, so that the world would the less suspect his attachment to herself. Neither woman had until now felt any jealousy of Nina. To their Italian temperament she had seemed too cold a type, too antipathetic, to be a danger.
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