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The porter did not know whether the lady was going north or south, but he called another man, who went in search of a third, who disappeared for some time. "Is it sure that Madame d'Aranjuez goes to-night?" asked Orsino trying to look indifferent. "Quite sure. Her rooms will be free to-morrow."
It would have been clear to any one but himself that he was not likely to learn anything worth knowing, by his present mode of procedure. "Gouache," he said, entering the artist's studio a quarter of an hour later, "do you know anything about Madame d'Aranjuez?"
"Have you at last heard that your cousin's tea is good?" inquired the latter, who was surprised by Giovanni's coming. "I am afraid it is cold," said Flavia, looking into the teapot, as though she could discover the temperature by inspection. "It is no matter," answered Giovanni absently. He was wondering how he could lead the conversation to the discussion of Madame d'Aranjuez.
And there can be no business without an occasional crisis. Unbroken fair weather ends in a dead calm. Why do you take such a gloomy view, Madame?" "One should never talk of things only people are amusing," said Donna Tullia, before Madame d'Aranjuez could answer. "Whom have you seen to-day, Consuelo? And you, Don Orsino? And you, Ugo? Are we to talk for ever of oysters, and business and snakes?
In the first instance the world would say that you were in love with Madame d'Aranjuez and were pursuing her to press your suit of whatever nature that might be. In the second case the world will assert that you and she, not meaning to be married, have adopted the simple plan of going away together. That implies her consent, and you have no right to let any one imply that.
And Madame d'Aranjuez will go a great deal to Madame Del Ferice's and to other ultra-White houses, which will prevent the said Orsino from meeting her in society.
Orsino turned away and slowly paced up and down the marble pavement between the tall plants, waiting for the messenger to come back. "Madame d'Aranjuez leaves at nine forty-five," said the man, suddenly reappearing. Orsino hesitated a moment, and then made up his mind. "Ask Madame if she will receive me for a moment," he said, producing a card.
Could it be, he asked himself, that Maria Consuelo was trying to make him say the words, and that her will, with her question, acted directly on his mind? He scouted the thought as soon as it presented itself, not only for its absurdity, but because it shocked some inner sensibility. "What were you going to say?" asked Madame d'Aranjuez almost carelessly.
It chances that they are intimately connected with the doings of Madame d'Aranjuez, and have been so for a number of years. The fact that I do not desire the connexion to be known does not make it easier for me to act, when I am obliged to act at all. I did not ask an idle question when I asked you if you loved her." "I confess that I do not at all understand the situation," said Orsino. "No.
"How foolish!" she exclaimed, with a quick glance. "You are Madame d'Aranjuez, now," he answered. "We had better change the subject." "What do you mean?" "A moment ago you were Consuelo," he said boldly. "Have I given you any right to say that?" "A little." "I am sorry. I will be more careful.
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