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She was a frightful swell, for one thing." "A frightful swell ?" The Duchessa raised her eyebrows. "Yes," said Peter, "at a vertiginous height above him horribly 'aloft and lone' in the social hierarchy." He tried to smile. "What could that matter?" the Duchessa objected simply. "Mr. Wildmay is a gentleman." "How do you know he is?" Peter asked, thinking to create a diversion. "Of course, he is.
"You expected to meet us, Duchessa?" he said; "we expected to meet you. An expectation fulfilled is better than a surprise. Everything at Saracinesca is prepared for your reception. Don Angelo, our priest, has been warned of your coming, and the boy who serves mass has been washed. You may imagine that a great festivity is expected.
You are good, but you do not love me no, do not interrupt me, my dear; I know what you would say. How should you love me? I am an old man very old, older than my years." Again he sighed, more bitterly, as he confessed what he had never owned before. The Duchessa was too much astonished to answer him. "Corona," he said again, "I shall not live much longer."
The Duchessa d'Astrardente made her speech to her hostess and passed on, still followed by the two men; but they now approached her, one on each side, and endeavoured to engage her attention.
Then, replacing his hat on his head, he added to his friend: "The Marchesa is always hoping that the Duchessa d'Aosta will come one day, if only for a moment, to smile upon the geese. But well, the Duchessa prefers to climb to the fourth story to see the poor. She has a heart. Let us sit here, Emilio."
Madame Mayer did not profess to be very devout. As a matter of fact, she had not found it convenient to go to confession during the Christmas season, and she had been intending to make up for the deficiency for some time past; but it is improbable that she would have decided upon fulfilling her religious obligations before Lent if she had not chanced to see the Duchessa d'Astrardente's carriage standing at the foot of the church steps.
Never, he could honestly say, had he approached in that time the subject of love, nor even the equally dangerous topic of friendship, the discussion of which leads to so many ruinous experiments. He had never by look or word sought to interest the dark Duchessa in his doings nor in himself; he had talked of books, of politics, of social questions, but never of himself nor of herself.
He kept one eye upon his master, who presently turned slowly and looked inquiringly at him. "The Duchessa goes to Astrardente in the Sabines on the day after to-morrow," said Temistocle. "It is quite sure that she goes, because she has already sent out two pairs of horses, and several boxes of effects, besides the second housemaid and the butler and two grooms." "Ah! that is very good.
"But will you have the kindness to explain to me," the young man continued, "how it happens that the Duchessa di Santangiolo speaks English as well as I do?" The old woman frowned surprise. "Come? She speaks English?" "For all the world like an Englishman," asseverated Peter. "Ah, well," Marietta reflected, "she was English, you know." "Oho!" exclaimed Peter. "She was English! Was she?"
He sometimes walked twenty-five times round the top of the big lower bastion, under the vines that grew upon the trellis over it, before the midday breakfast, while the Duchessa was at her devotions. At every round, when he came to the point fronting the valley he paused a moment and repeated very much the same words each time. "My poor son!
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