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And when old Deodati will be called to leave this world, he will see you and Geronimo by his dying bed, like two angels, pointing out to his expiring goal the path to heaven. Oh! no, no; this would be too much happiness. My mind wanders. And yet, Mary, let us hope!" The young girl was deeply moved by the picture of that happiness which she had thought was lost to her forever.
She was still more happy when she saw the affability with which her father and Geronimo's uncle conversed together, as though they were old friends. Very soon the Signor Deodati descended into the gondola to accompany Mr. Van de Werve and Geronimo to the city. The Flemish cavalier introduced his daughter to the Italian noble.
The young man, with tearful eyes, looked inquiringly at his uncle. Mary bowed her head, but her heaving bosom gave evidence of the struggle of her heart. For some time there was a painful silence in the gondola. Mr. Van de Werve contemplated his daughter, who seemed overwhelmed by sorrow. Signor Deodati was deeply moved by Geronimo's earnest gaze. The Italian noble was the first to break silence.
I willingly pardon you, my child; but if you wish to remain longer with Signor Deodati, you must exercise some self-control; otherwise I shall send for your duenna to take you away." He then added, in a more gentle manner: "Now, Mary, I beg, I supplicate you, comprehend the duty devolving upon you. Be courageous, and do your best to console our unhappy friend."
Then he said to Deodati: "You look on the bad side of the affair, signor. If there were not a brighter, reverse side, I would have considered the confidence of my friend sacred, and guarded his secret until death. Up to this time we all feared, nay, considered it certain, that Geronimo had fallen under the assassin's steel.
He elbowed his way through the crowd until he reached his friend, struck him on the shoulder, and said: "What is going on here, Master John, to collect such an assembly? I heard some one say that Miss Van de Werve was about to leave for Italy." "Ah! Master Stephen," said the other, "call her Madame Geronimo Deodati." "Is she married?"
Its dimensions are so large that it will occupy the ground on which several spacious houses now stand; hundreds of workmen will be employed all day in composing, correcting, and printing books in every civilized tongue. You must not fail, signor, to visit the building; even in its unfinished state it will cause you astonishment." "The Netherlands is a favored country," said the old Deodati.
Van de Werve, who accompanied them to the door, and admiring Simon Turchi's kindness, he followed them with his eyes as long as they were in sight. After having accompanied Deodati to his residence, Simon Turchi went to his own dwelling near the bridge De la Vigne.
Signor Deodati shook his head incredulously. Mary took his hand tenderly, and said, cheerfully: "We must hope, signor. Perhaps the Lord in his mercy will grant that our fears may not be realized. Would we not for the remainder of our lives offer our grateful prayers to heaven?" "Yes, yes; during our whole lives.
Count Deodati! Butler! Tell this man How long the soldier's pay is in arrears. BUTLER. Already a full year. WALLENSTEIN. And 'tis the hire That constitutes the hireling's name and duties, The soldier's pay is the soldier's covenant. QUESTENBERG. Ah! this is a far other tone from that In which the duke spoke eight, nine years ago. WALLENSTEIN. Yes!
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