Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: September 10, 2025
Ferralti arose and staggered away to his room, and Uncle John watched him go pityingly, but knew no way to comfort him. When he had gone he asked gently: "His father was an American, Duke?" "Yes, signore." "And wealthy, you say?" "Exceedingly wealthy, signore." "What was his name?" "Ah; about that ring, my dear guest. Do you think a hundred and fifty thousand lira too much for it?"
The wind had subsided as suddenly as it had arisen, and as they passed through Positano which is four hundred feet high, the houses all up and down the side of a cliff like swallows' nests big flakes of snow were gently falling around them. Count Ferralti rode at the side of the carriage but did not attempt much conversation.
It annoyed him that this fellow, whose antecedents were decidedly cloudy, should be "chasing around" after one of his nieces, Beth and Patsy smiled at each other significantly as the young man was discovered, but Louise, with a slight blush, advanced to greet Ferralti in her usual pleasant and cordial way. There was no use resenting the intrusion.
Uncle John plied his knife and fork busily and found the food excellently prepared. Ferralti seemed to have little appetite. Some of his teeth had been knocked out and his broken wrist, which had but partially healed, had been wrenched in the scrimmage of the night before so that it caused him considerable pain.
Merrick to purchase the ring, and Mr. er Count Ferralti to buy his bracelet. Will you count it?" "Yes, signore, if you please," replied Tato, with a sober face. Mr. Watson drew out two packages of bank notes and placed them upon the table. The child, realizing the importance of the occasion, carefully counted each bundle, and then replaced the wrappers.
"But I forgot to tell you, signore; the candlestick is no longer for sale," observed the Duke, with an evil smile. "Instead, I offer you a magnificent bracelet which is a hundred years old." "Thank you. What's the price?" "A hundred thousand lira, signore." Ferralti started. Then in turn he smiled at his captor. "That is absurd," said he.
I am only trying to figure out our doubtful position in regard to this young man a stranger to all of us but you." "It is really none of our business," observed Patsy, quickly. "We're just a lot of gossips to be figuring on Count Ferralti at all. And although this sudden disappearance looks queer, on the face of it, the gentleman may simply have changed his boarding place."
"I suppose he is a great artist, by this time," said Beth, musingly. "How singular!" exclaimed Louise. "Count Ferralti told me only this morning that he had decided to go to Palermo." "Really?" said Uncle John. "Yes, Uncle. Isn't it a coincidence?" "Why, as for that," he answered, slowly, "I'm afraid it will prevent our seeing the dear count or whatever he is again, at least for some time. For Mr.
"Our Uncle John is too precious to be sacrificed for all the money in the world. Come; let's go and find Mr. Watson. We ought not to lose a moment's time." The lawyer read Uncle John's letter carefully, as well as the one from Count Ferralti, which Louise confided to him with the request that he keep the young man's identity a secret for a time, until he could reveal it to her cousins in person.
There was a languor in the atmosphere that invited sleep. Uncle John sought his room and lay down for an afternoon nap, soon falling into a sound slumber. When he awoke he found Ferralti seated beside his bed. The young man was pale, but composed. "Mr. Merrick," said he, "what have you decided to do?" Uncle John rubbed his eyes and sat up.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking