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Instinct told him some subtle scheme lay under the urgings of Guglielmi the dangerous civilities of the marchesa. He would go. The legal separation might be completed elsewhere. Why only at Corellia? Why must those formalities insisted on by Guglielmi be respected? What did they mean? Of the real drift of the delay Nobili was utterly ignorant.
She is too much under the influence of some squalid Oriental who carries his pedlar's basket, or whose business is to buy broken glass for sulphur matches Meanwhile Corellia is a blue-stocking, as bad as a précieuse with a salon. As soon as you sit down to table she begins to quote Homer and Virgil and to compare their respective merits.
So Adamo went to his dinner in all peace; and Argo and his friends knocked down the flowers, and scratched deep holes in the gravel, barking wildly all the time. The marchesa, sitting in grave confabulation with Cavaliere Trenta, rubbed her white hands as she listened. There was neither portcullis, nor moat, nor drawbridge to her feudal stronghold at Corellia, but there was big, white Argo.
"He was about to travel," he had informed his household. "Later he would send them his address." Before he left, he wrote a letter to Enrica, and sent it to Corellia. It was the morning of the fourth day since Count Nobili had left Corellia. All had been very quiet about the house. The marchesa herself took little heed of any thing. She sat much in her own room.
But the marchesa's words strike terror into all who hear them. All owe her long arrears of rent, and much besides. Why oh! why did the cruel lady come to Corellia? Having announced her intentions in a clear, metallic voice, the marchesa draws her head back into the coach. "Send Silvestro to me," she adds, addressing the sindaco. "Silvestro will inform me of all I want to know."
The marchesa, if displeased, was quite capable of carrying her away from Lucca to Corellia perhaps leaving her there alone in the mountains. She might even shut her up in a convent for life! Then she should die! No, she would say nothing. The marchesa was, as I have said, in a very bad humor.
The heavy old carriage rumbles in with a hollow noise; the horse's hoofs strike upon the rough stones with a harsh, loud sound. The whole town of Corellia belongs to the marchesa. It is an ancient fief of the Guinigi. Legend says that Castruccio Castracani was born here. This is enough for the marchesa.
Behind, at a respectful distance, appeared Silvestro, gathered up into the smallest possible compass. As the slow moments passed, all stood so motionless all save Angelo, swinging the silver censer they might have passed for a sculptured group upon a marble tomb. One two struck from the old clock in the Lombard Tower at Corellia. At the last stroke the door from the garden was thrown open.
Why, when the Gobbina a little starved hump-backed bastard married the blind beggar Gianni at Corellia, for the sake of the pence he got sitting all day shaking his box by the café even the Gobbina had a white dress and a wreath and you, beloved lady, not so much as to care to change your clothes! What must the Signore Conte have thought? Misera mia! We must all seem pagans to him!"
She felt this, and hated Nobili more keenly for having had the wit to wound her. "I bind myself, immediately on the signing of the contract, to discharge every mortgage, debt, and incumbrance on these feudal lands of Corellia in the Garfagnana; also any debts in and about the Guinigi Palace and lands, within and without the walls of Lucca.
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