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Alarmed as he is, Guglielmi cannot resist one parting glance at Enrica. She is crimson. Then with an expression of infinite relief he retreats to the door walking backward. Guglielmi has a strong conviction that if he turns round Count Nobili may kick him, so, keeping his eyes well balanced upon him, he fumbles with his hands behind his back to find the handle of the door.
Guglielmi, greatly alarmed at what Fra Pacifico might reveal of their previous conversation, waited to hear no more; he hastily disappeared. Fra Pacifico watched the manner of his exit with silence, the quiet smile of conscious power still on his lips. When he turned and addressed Count Nobili, the smile had died out.
Your position, Fra Pacifico, as a peace-maker as a friend of the family however" here the lawyer shrugged his shoulders, and his eyes wandered restlessly up and down the room "however, at least permit me to tell you what I intend to do." Fra Pacifico bowed coldly. "As you please," was his reply. Maestro Guglielmi advanced close to Fra Pacifico, and lowered his voice almost to a whisper.
With unexampled magnanimity I have brought about this marriage all this I have done, actuated by the purest, the most single-hearted motives. In return, Count Nobili, I make one request I entreat you to believe that I am your friend " Guglielmi extended his arms as if about to embrace Count Nobili! All this time Nobili had stood as far removed from him as possible.
One word from him, and the Marchesa Guinigi would have availed herself of her legal claims in the most vindictive manner exposed family secrets made the whole transaction of the marriage public and so revenged herself upon him that Count Nobili would have no choice but to leave Lucca and Italy forever. "All this I have prevented," Guglielmi insisted emphatically. "How could I serve you better?
Nobili had neither moved nor raised his head once. He had listened to Guglielmi, as the rocks listen to the splash of the seething waves beating against their side. As the lawyer proceeded, a deep flush gradually overspread his face when he saw the lawyer's outstretched arms, he retreated to the utmost limits of the room. Guglielmi's arms fell to his side.
As she lingered in the sala, stunned by the blow that had fallen upon her, the marchesa suddenly recollected the penciled lines which Guglielmi had torn from his tablet and slipped into her hand. She drew the paper from the folds of her dress and read these words: "We are beaten if Count Nobili leaves the house to-night. Keep him at all hazards." A sudden revulsion seized her.
Maestro Guglielmi enters with a quick, brisk step and easy, confident bearing; indeed, he is in the highest spirits. He had trembled lest Nobili should have insisted upon leaving Corellia immediately after the ceremony when it was still broad daylight.
He has taken in the whole situation Count Nobili in the middle of the floor flushed agitated furious at this interruption; Enrica revived conscious blushing at his side. The investigation is so perfectly satisfactory that Maestro Guglielmi cannot suppress a grin of delight.
"Pardon me, count, I neither affirm nor deny this accusation," continued Guglielmi, observing his movement; "I am giving no opinion on the merits of the case. You have now espoused the lady. If for a second time you abandon her, you will incur the increased indignation of the public. Reconsider, I implore you, this last resolve." The lawyer's metallic voice grew positively pathetic.
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