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'My lord, said Trombin, his manner suddenly becoming extremely affable, 'I have the honour to drink your health! 'Your health, Count, responded Pignaver, raising his glass. 'Your health, said Gambardella, bowing politely, and then sipping his wine with all the caution required to keep his long nose out of it.
'I have a message from the Maestro for you, he said, almost in a whisper. Ortensia had already looked up with a little surprise, which now increased. 'A message? she repeated. 'We came here together, and he has not left the organ loft since! 'Precisely, answered Gambardella, unmoved.
'It is true that we have never had any trouble in Rome, Gambardella answered. 'Commend me to narrow streets for business. I hate your great squares, your promenades, your gardens, and your belvederes! Shall you ever forget that summer's evening on the Chiatamone in Naples? 'I feel that I am still running away, Trombin said. 'But Rome is quite different.
It could not last long, he knew, but while it did he must be alone. He walked far out on a road that led through the rich damp plain, and it was not till the sun was sinking low that he began to retrace his steps. When he reached the inn he found Trombin and Stradella together, and his friend introduced him with some ceremony as Count Gambardella.
Markos grinned from ear to ear. 'Twenty ducats, he said quietly, 'and a hogshead of "rezinato," worth ten ducats more! That is all I can give. 'Rezinato at ten ducats! sneered Gambardella. 'It costs me that, retorted the money-lender, 'so it must be worth it. Possibly I might make the cash twenty-five ducats, but that would only be out of old friendship.
'I can only hope to show you some day how grateful I am. You have saved my life! Trombin smiled pleasantly, but said nothing. Gambardella knocked at the door of San Domenico twice in quick succession, and then again once after a short interval.
He looked like a colossal angry cat, and was at least as terrifying as Gambardella. The landlord faltered as he replied to both the Bravi at once. 'Certainly, my lords, certainly I will have inquiries made I will do my best it was really not my fault
Considering what the place was, an eating-house kept by a foreign money-lender, there was an air of luxury about it, and an appearance of orderly and temperate behaviour among the guests, that would have surprised a stranger who knew nothing of Venice, if he had been suddenly introduced by the gloomy entrance from the street through which Trombin and Gambardella had made their way.
They stood by the end of the bridge in silence a long time while it grew dark, Gambardella gazing sadly at the dark water of the still canal at his feet, while Trombin, who was of a more hopeful disposition, looked at the evening star, just visible in the darkening west, between the long lines of tall houses on each side of the canal.
'Count Trombin, Count Gambardella, said the musician to his wife, introducing the pair. 'These gentlemen have liberated us from our respective prisons and have been kindly instrumental in bringing about our marriage. 'We owe you both a debt of undying gratitude, gentlemen, said Ortensia, blushing a little under her brown hood.
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