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Saw you ever one so noble, so godlike?" "By the Holy Mother!" answered Gionetta, "he is a proper man, and has the air of a prince." The prompter summoned the Signora Pisani. "Find out his name, Gionetta," said she, sweeping on to the stage, and passing by Glyndon, who gazed at her with a look of sorrowful reproach.
"Which is he, my darling?" said the old woman, with fondness in her voice. "He must be dull, not worth thy thoughts." The actress drew Gionetta nearer to the stage, and pointed out to her a man in one of the nearer boxes, conspicuous amongst all else by the simplicity of his dress and the extraordinary beauty of his features. "Not worth a thought, Gionetta," repeated Isabel, "not worth a thought!
But the nurse, was she gone also? He made the house resound with the name of Gionetta, but there was not even an echo to reply. He resolved to repair at once to the abode of Zicci. On arriving at the palace of the Corsican, he was informed that the signor was gone to the banquet of the Prince di , and would not return until late.
Oh, beautiful sun!" and the girl pressed her hand to her heart with wild energy, "why do you light every spot but this? Dark, dark! And a little while ago I was so calm, so innocent, so gay. I did not hate you then, Gionetta, hateful as your talk was; I hate you now. Go in; leave me alone leave me."
Taking aside an old woman, who was her constant and confidential attendant at the theatre, she said, in an earnest whisper, "Oh, Gionetta, he is here again! I have seen him again! And again, he alone of the whole theatre withholds from me his applause. He scarcely seems to notice me; his indifference mortifies me to the soul, I could weep for rage and sorrow."
Saw you ever one so noble, so godlike?" "By the Holy Mother!" answered Gionetta, "he is a proper man, and has the air of a prince." The prompter summoned the Signora Pisani. "Find out his name, Gionetta," said she, sweeping on to the stage, and passing by Glyndon, who gazed at her with a look of sorrowful reproach.
Signor Zicci is very rich and very generous; but he wants to be your cavalier, not your husband. I see that, leave me alone. When you are married, then you will see how amiable Signor Zicci will be. Oh, per fede! but he will be as close to your husband as the yolk to the white; that he will. "Silence, Gionetta! How wretched I am to have no one else to speak to to advise me.
The actress and her nurse had returned from the theatre; and Isabel, fatigued and exhausted, had thrown herself on a sofa, while Gionetta busied herself with the long tresses which, released from the fillet that bound them, half concealed the form of the actress, like a veil of threads of gold; and while she smoothed the luxuriant locks, the old nurse ran gossiping on about the little events of the night, the scandal and politics of the scenes and the tire-room.
Little pupil of my eyes, you don't hear me!" "Gionetta, is he not god-like?" "Sancta Maria! he is handsome, bellissimo; and when you are his wife, for they say these English are never satisfied unless they marry " "Wife! English! Whom are you talking of?" "Why, the young English signor, to be sure." "Chut! I thought you spoke of Zicci." "Oh!
"And indeed it is time I should leave you, for the polenta will be spoiled, and you have eaten nothing all day. If you don't eat you will lose your beauty, my darling, and then nobody will care for you. Nobody cares for us when we grow ugly, I know that; and then you must, like old Gionetta, get some Isabel of your own to spoil. I'll go and see to the polenta."
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