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Updated: June 8, 2025
The immediate result of Trombin's words was that Ortensia could almost have thrown her arms round his neck in her joy. 'Take me to him! she cried, forgetting everything else. 'Take me to him! Come! She tried to drag him towards the door in her haste, but he quietly resisted her. 'We must wait for Gambardella, he said.
But I feel the superiority of my lot over his in the fact that I am generally the chief actor in my own stories. 'The Queen will be useful, said Gambardella. 'Bless her for an admirably amusing woman! cried Trombin fervently. 'She has the mane of the lion and the heart of the hare! 'The mane happens to be a wig, my friend, sneered the other.
Stradella recognised it instantly, for he had often sung at the Lateran and knew the man. 'They are of the choir of Saint John's, he whispered to Ortensia. There was rivalry between the Lateran and the Vatican in the matter of music then, as there has been in our own day, and it was no wonder that the musicians themselves had joined in the fray when Don Alberto drew on Trombin and Gambardella.
Ortensia was already breathless with anxiety, and as she spoke she got upon her feet. Gambardella helped her. 'He had a note in his hand. It was a warning which some one had brought to him in the loft. Altieri's plan is to conceal a number of men in your apartment this last night that you are to sleep there.
Pray let her Reverence know that a Venetian gentleman of the name of Lorenzo Marcello sends her this token and begs the honour of a few words with her. Therewith Gambardella drew from his finger the brass ring he always wore and placed it in the portress's hand. After repeating the name he had given, she nodded and went within.
Gambardella wore a suit of dark purple cloth slashed with velvet of the same colour; but Trombin wore black velvet and silk, which he considered most becoming to his infantile complexion and yellow hair. Both had new hats, too, and their feathers, purple and black respectively, were nothing short of magnificent.
'Why do you wish to learn his name? he asked. 'You can never have known him. 'That is true. It was idle curiosity. I do not care to know. 'It is no secret, Gambardella answered, having in the meantime thought of a name that would do. 'My friend is Gaspero Mastropiero, a Venetian gentleman of fortune and a great patron of musicians.
Probably it was not the first time he had been obliged to argue with a convent door-keeper, that is, with the most incredulous and obstinate kind of human being in the world. 'Unless I am mistaken, Gambardella answered, 'her Reverence's name, in religion, is Mother Agatha, and she was formerly Sub-Prioress of your house in Ravenna.
And Gambardella might be satisfied if the attempt succeeded; but Trombin was not only his friend's partner in the whole scheme and intent on getting an equal share of the profits, he was also very foolishly in love with Ortensia on his own account, and was pondering how he might substitute himself for Don Alberto in the first act of the coming comedy, or drama.
'Can you not understand the peculiar charm of being in love with a lady of whom I have agreed to make an angel at the first convenient opportunity, and whom I have further promised to deliver safe, sound, and alive to her uncle in Venice? 'I wish you joy of your puzzles, answered Gambardella discontentedly.
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