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"But where is this institution?" he demanded. "My wife went with her after I was gone. It seems to me that it ought to be near here." We had just reached it. We at once entered the parlor. An attendant came to meet us. "I am the father of Gigia Voggi," said the gardener; "give me my daughter instantly." "They are at play," replied the attendant; "I will go and inform the matron."
A chi lo dite!" returned the Marchese, giving her once more his hand to help her to rise from the sofa. As she did so she put into his hand, without any word of comment, but with a slight smile and a little momentary raising of her eyebrows, the two cards that Gigia had, a little while before, handed to her.
And, Gigia," continued her mistress, as she passed into the sitting-room, "draw this sofa over to the other side of the fireplace, so as to face the window; ten years hence, when you have to place a sofa for me, you may put it just contrariwise so, with the head at the side of the fireplace, and push the table a little further back so as to leave room for the easy-chair there to stand near the foot of the sofa facing the fire.
"I am sure," said Gigia, with a virtuous toss of the head, "she would not wish to go with any one of them." "And she would wish to go with the Marchese Ludovico! There's all the mischief. Just what I am afraid of. I tell you, Gigia, that if the Marchese Lamberto hears of her going off in this manner with his nephew, the game is all up. He would never forgive it."
Since then, I have had but one thought, and it is one which would avail to gild all others, let them be what they might, with its brightness. Is the same thought as sweet a source of happiness to you, my promised husband?" "That's clear enough, I hope," thought Gigia, outside the door, to herself. "Che!
"Thank you, Gigia. You are the only one I am sorry to say good-bye to. I shall not forget you." The Marchese was coming down the stairs as Olive went up again. He smiled at her as he stood aside to let her pass. "You are late, are you not? I shall not tell tales but I hope for your sake that my wife won't see you." "She won't see me again. I am going," she answered. He would have detained her.
As we went along with huge strides, the gardener talked to me, and grew sad. "Ah, my poor Gigia! To be born with such an infirmity! To think that I have never heard her call me father; that she has never heard me call her my daughter; that she has never either heard or uttered a single word since she has been in the world!
"If he should come before I am back, let the boy call me from the cafe. And, Gigia, whenever he comes, you can let him understand, you know, that your mistress is in her own room, resting after the ball, you know. He's hand and glove with the Marchese." "I wasn't born yesterday, Signor Quinto, though you seem to think so," returned Gigia, as the old man began to descend the stairs.
The girl was dressed in a white and reddish striped material, with a gray apron. She is a little taller than I. She cried, and clung to her father's neck with both arms. Her father disengaged himself, and began to survey her from head to foot, panting as though he had run a long way; and he exclaimed: "Ah, how she has grown! How pretty she has become! Oh, my dear, poor Gigia! My poor mute child!
Bianca rapidly passed her fingers over the tresses above her forehead, resettled her pose on the sofa, and gave the Marchese a meaning look of common intelligence and mutual confidence, which set forth, as well as a volume could have done, and established the fact that there existed thenceforward a bond of union and a fellowship between her and him, such as shut them in together, and shut out in the cold all the rest of Ravenna, and then said "Passi," and admitted, as she knew very well, no more startling an interrupter than Gigia.
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