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"Believe me, Signore Conte," he says, advancing cautiously a step or two forward into the room, a deprecating look on his face "believe me this intrusion" Guglielmi turns to Enrica, grins again palpably, then bows "is not of my seeking." "Tell me instantly what brings you here?" demands Nobili, advancing. The judgeship is his own! Evviva!
"Not twenty-four," suggests Guglielmi, blandly, putting the deed into his pocket and taking out his watch with extraordinary rapidity, then replacing it as rapidly; "it is now seven o'clock. At nine o'clock to-morrow morning the deed of separation shall be signed, and you, Count Nobili, will be free." At that moment Fra Pacifico's tall figure barred the doorway.
"Had I been supported by" and he glanced at Fra Pacifico "by those whose duty teaches them obedience to the ordinances of the Church, you would have saved yourself and others the spectacle of a matrimonial scandal that will degrade you before the eyes of all Italy." Count Nobili was rushing forward, with some undefined purpose of chastising Guglielmi, when Fra Pacifico interposed.
He was about to speak. Fra Pacifico waved him into silence. "Maestro Guglielmi," he said, with that sonorous voice which lent importance to his slightest utterances, "I am glad to find you here. You represent the marchesa. At that word Fra Pacifico paused. Count Nobili reddened. His eyes fell upon the floor; he dared not meet the reproving glance he felt was upon him.
Ten days after the departure of the marchesa, Fra Pacifico received the following letter: REVEREND AND ESTEEMED FATHER: I have put the matter of Enrica's marriage into the hands of the well-known advocate, Maestro Guglielmi, of Lucca. He at once left for Rome.
Trust me, no one shall leave the house to-night alive." The marchesa listens to Adamo breathlessly. "Go go," she says; "we must not be seen together." "The signora shall be obeyed," answers Adamo. He vanishes behind the trees. "Now I can meet Guglielmi!" The marchesa rapidly crosses the sala to the door of her own room, which she leaves ajar.
"Whatever may be my opinion of you, Signore Avvocato," spoke the count at length, contemplating Guglielmi fixedly, and speaking slowly, as if exercising a strong control over himself "whether I accept your friendship, or whether I believe any one word you say, is immaterial. It cannot affect in any way what is past.
Until Fra Pacifico had entered that room within which he was again pacing up and down with hasty strides, no doubt whatever had arisen in his mind as to what it was incumbent upon him to do: to give Enrica the protection of his name by marriage, then to separate. Whether to separate in the manner pointed out by Guglielmi he had not decided.
Maestro Guglielmi was formally presented to Fra Pacifico by the punctilious cavaliere, now restored to his usual health and spirits. The cavaliere had arrayed himself in his official uniform dark-purple velvet embroidered with gold. Not having worn the uniform, however, for more than twenty years, the coat was much too small for him. In his hand he carried a white staff of office.
We do not live in the days of miracles, though we have an infallible pope. Eh, my father? Not in the days of miracles." Guglielmi gave an ironical laugh, and his eyes twinkled. "Besides, there is the civil ceremony." "The Sindaco of Corellia can be present, if you please, for the civil marriage." "Unfortunately, there is no time to call the sindaco now," replied Guglielmi.
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