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"Politics," he answered, and was silent. "Well?" inquired Madame Mayer, rather anxiously. "I am sure you know his views as well as I," returned Del Ferice, rather gloomily. "He is stupid and prejudiced." "Really?" ejaculated Gouache, with innocent surprise. "A little more towards me, Madame. Thank you so." And he continued painting.
It had soon become known that Del Ferice had escaped by the very pass which Gouache was patrolling, and the young Zouave had felt the bitterest mortification in losing so valuable and so easy a prey.
When Gouache put on the gray jacket, the red sash and the yellow gaiters, he became a man and speedily forgot Donna Tullia and her errors, and for some time afterwards he did not care to recall them. When he tried to remember the scenes at the studio in the Via San Basilio, they seemed very far away.
I will draw it in in charcoal and your Eminence can judge." "Precisely," returned the Cardinal. "You will paint the devil even blacker than he is." "The devil?" repeated Gouache, raising his eyebrows with a slight smile. "I was not aware " "And yet you have been in Rome four years!" "I am very careful," returned Gouache. "I never by any chance hear any evil of those whom I am to paint."
He stopped, hesitated, and then, pulling his cowl over his face, walked steadily on. Giovanni glanced up and saw that Gouache was slowly descending the road, still absorbed in contemplating the landscape. "Let him take his chance," muttered Saracinesca. "What should I care?" "No no! Save him, Giovanni, he looks so miserable," cried Corona, with ready sympathy. She was pale with excitement.
My wife wished me to say that she sympathised, and hoped you might soon be well." "My homage and best thanks to the princess," answered Gouache, with a slight change of tone, presumably to be referred to his sense of courtesy in speaking of the absent lady. So Giovanni went away, promising to send the surgeon at once.
Faustina's deep eyes followed her mother as though she were interested to know the news of Gouache. "I hope he is better," she said, quietly. "Of course," echoed Flavia, "So do I. But mamma amuses me so much! She is always in a hurry." Faustina made no answer, but she looked at Sant' Ilario, as though she wondered what he thought of her sister.
Faustina was standing at this point therefore, when Gouache made towards her, having done homage to Corona and to the other ladies in the room. His attention was arrested for a moment by the sight of San Giacinto's gigantic figure. The cousin of the house was standing before Mavia Montevarchi, bending slightly towards her and talking in low tones.
He would laugh now, would laugh heartily within the next half hour with Corona herself, at the mere thought of supposing that she could love Gouache, Gouache, a painter! Gouache, a Zouave! Gouache, a contemptibly good-natured, harmless little foreigner! and Corona del Carmine, Duchessa d'Astrardente, Principessa di Sant' Ilario, mother of all the Saracinesca yet to come!
"No; there would be nothing for you to paint, except portraits of the liberators " "There is a great deal of that done. I have seen them in every café in the north of Italy," interrupted the artist. "I would like to paint Garibaldi. He has a fine head." "I will ask him to sit to you when he comes here." "When he comes I shall be here no longer," answered Gouache.
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