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Updated: September 20, 2025
He was very anxious to marry Flavia at once, and he had many reasons for supposing that San Giacinto was not very rich. "How about the title?" he asked suddenly. "My title, of course, goes to my eldest son by my first marriage. But if you are anxious on that score I think my cousin would willingly confer one of his upon the eldest son of your daughter.
Giovanni drew from his pocket-book the note he had found in Gouache's room. For a week he had kept it about him. Without paying any further attention to San Giacinto he held it in one hand and again placed the blotting-paper in front of the mirror. The impression of the writing corresponded exactly with the original.
"Drive on!" shouted San Giacinto, in a voice that made the fellow obey in spite of his terror. He had never heard such a voice before, so deep, so strong and so savage. They reached the Palazzo Montevarchi without encountering any serious obstacle. In a few minutes they were convinced that Donna Faustina had not been heard of there, and a council was held upon the stairs.
Besides, I have not said that I would not leave them more, if I chanced to have more to leave." The prince had sunk back into his chair, and sat drumming on the table with his long thin fingers. His face wore an air of mingled surprise and bewilderment. To tell the truth, he had expected that San Giacinto would name about fifty thousand as the sum requisite.
He sent for Giovanni, who appeared immediately. "San Giacinto has been here," he said quickly. "He is the man. You had better tell your wife, as she will want to collect her things before we leave the house." Giovanni was staggered by his father's impetuosity. He had realised that the danger existed, but it had always seemed indefinitely far removed.
He had guessed Giovanni's secret too well, and his heart was hardened against the woman who had brought shame and suffering upon his son. San Giacinto had signally failed in his attempt to prevent the meeting between Gouache and Faustina Montevarchi, and had unintentionally caused trouble of a much more serious nature in another quarter.
He meant to apply to the prince, ostensibly as to the head of the family, thereby showing a deference to that dignity, which he supposed would be pleasing to the old gentleman; but he had not forgotten in his calculations the pride which old Saracinesca must naturally feel in his race, and which would probably induce him to take very great pains in finding a suitable wife for San Giacinto rather than permit the latter to contract a discreditable alliance.
Her eyes shone softly, the colour mounted to her pale cheeks, and she breathed one happy sigh of relief and gladness. Her fingers contracted and closed round his with a tender pressure. "It is true," she said, scarcely audibly. "You are not trying to deceive me in order to keep me alive?" "It is true, darling," he answered. "San Giacinto wrote the letter.
You will soon know what San Giacinto means to do. You may be sure that if he has any rights he will not forget to press them. If it comes to the worst and you are quite sure that he is the man you that is to say, your father can give up everything without a suit. It is useless to undertake the consequences of a misfortune which may never occur.
"It is all right, then? It was just as I said a namesake?" "Precisely. Only the namesake happens to be a cousin the last of the San Giacinto, who keeps an inn in Aquila. I saw him, and shook hands with him." "Impossible!" exclaimed Giovanni. "They are all extinct " "There has been a resurrection," returned the Prince. He told the whole story of his journey, graphically and quickly.
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