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Updated: June 10, 2025
This revelation was stunning to the old Deodati. Nothing could have more keenly wounded the honorable, high-toned nobleman than the thought that Geronimo had been so dishonest and ungrateful as to use the funds of the establishment in gambling. Trembling with emotion, he asked: "You say the sum is considerable. What is the amount?" "I have no idea, signor.
Van de Werve betrayed the bitterness of his feelings, as the Signor Deodati in a decided manner counted on his fingers. They were discussing the great affair the dowry and inheritance. Their only thought was money! Geronimo turned pale as he saw his uncle shake his head with evident dissatisfaction; and Mary trembled as she noticed the displeased expression of her father.
"Why need we go so soon to the dock-yard?" asked the old cavalier. "Many days may yet pass before the Il Salvatore appears in the Scheldt. Do not fear, Mary, that the Signor Deodati will take us by surprise. Don Pezoa, the agent of the king of Portugal, has given orders that I shall be notified as soon as the galley we are awaiting is signaled in the river, at noon."
Whilst they were yet exchanging felicitations, the gondola swept around the point of land which had concealed the city from view, and Antwerp, with its thousand vessels, its lofty spires and noble edifices, lay spread out in all its majestic beauty before the eyes of Signor Deodati. A cry of admiration burst from his lips. "O che bella citta! What a beautiful city!" he exclaimed.
Long live Prince William! Long live Duke Bernard! Hurrah! FIRST SERVANT. Hear 'em! Hear 'em! What an uproar! Did you hear? They have drunk the Prince of Weimar's health. THIRD SERVANT. The Swedish chief commander! The Lutheran! SECOND SERVANT. Just before, when Count Deodati gave out the emperor's health, they were all as mum as a nibbling mouse. When the wine goes in strange things come out.
Van de Werve was explaining to Signor Deodati the various edifices which were worthy of remark, there stood upon the shore, at a corner of the dock-yard, a man who coolly followed the boat with his eyes, and who endeavored to comprehend what was passing in the gondola, and to discover what might be the emotions of the young man and the young girl who were seated within it.
"So much the better; the ships which have been kept out at sea can ascend the Scheldt with to-day's or to-morrow's tide." "And you hope," said Mr. Van de Werve, shaking his head, "that among these vessels will be found the Il Salvatore, which is to bring the old Signor Deodati from Lucca?" "I have so long implored of heaven this favorable wind," replied the young girl.
WALLENSTEIN. How hath Isolani declared himself? ILLO. He's yours, both soul and body, Since you built up again his faro-bank. WALLENSTEIN. And which way doth Kolatto bend? Hast thou Made sure of Tiefenbach and Deodati? ILLO. What Piccolomini does that they do too. WALLENSTEIN. You mean, then, I may venture somewhat with them? ILLO. If you are assured of the Piccolomini.
After speaking of the assassination, the old Deodati glanced around the room upon the different groups of guests, and he asked Turchi: "Who is the gentleman in purple velvet, who is the object of such marked respect from the merchants around him? I do not mean the tall old man, I am acquainted with him, he is the rich Fugger of Augsburg; I am speaking of the one who stands beside him."
The old Deodati, still weeping, threw his arms around her neck, and murmured: "God bless you, my child, for your love. Let us pray for him!" Mr. Van de Werve had left the room to call Petronilla. He returned with her, and said to his daughter: "Mary, go with your duenna. You must not remain here longer."
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