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Updated: June 15, 2025
"Of whom?" said Miss Hamelyn, rather anxiously. "Of him!" cried Madame Petrucci, pointing to the engraving opposite. "He lives, of course, in the capital; but he rents the villa behind our house the Medici Villa; and when he is tired of Rome he runs down here for a week or so; and so your Gonerilla may have the benefit of his society!"
"We expect the signorino," said Miss Prunty. "And is he going to stay here?" "Don't be a fool!" snapped that lady; and then she added, "Go into the kitchen and get some of the pasty and some bread and cheese there's a good girl." "All right!" said Goneril. Madame Petrucci stopped her vocalising. "You shall have all the better a dinner to compensate you, my Gonerilla!"
But the elder lady only smiled, and declared that her Gonerilla was charming, delicious, a real sunshine in the house. "Now I call on you to support me, signorino," she cried one evening, when the three elders sat together in the room while Goneril watered the roses on the terrace. "Is not my Goneril a charming little bébé?" Signor Graziano withdrew his eyes from the window.
"We expect the signorino," said Miss Prunty. "And is he going to stay here?" "Don't be a fool!" snapped that lady; and then she added "Go into the kitchen and get some of the pastry and some bread and cheese, there's a good girl." "All right!" said Goneril. Madame Petrucci stopped her vocalising. "You shall have all the better a dinner to compensate you, my Gonerilla!"
But the elder lady only smiled and declared that her Gonerilla was charming, delicious, a real sunshine in the house. "Now I call on you to support me, signorino," she cried one evening, when the three elders sat together in the room, while Goneril watered the roses on the terrace. "Is not my Gonerilla a charming little bebe?" Signor Graziano withdrew his eyes from the window.
"And very well sung, my Gonerilla!" cried the old lady. But the signorino went up to the piano and shook hands with her. "Little Mees Goneril," he said, "you have the makings of an artist." The two old ladies stared, for after all Goneril's performance had been very simple. You see they were better versed in music than in human nature.
"Come here, my Gonerilla, and hold my skein for me. Signor Graziano is going to charm us with one of his delightful airs." "I hoped she would sing," faltered the signorino. "Who? Gonerilla? Nonsense, my friend. She winds silk much better than she sings." Goneril laughed; she was not at all offended. But Signor Graziano made several mistakes in his playing. At last he left the piano.
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