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"A thousand thanks!" exclaimed Guglielmi, accepting his silence for consent. "I will not trespass needlessly on your time. Permit me to find some one to conduct you to a room." Guglielmi looked round Angelo came forward. "Conduct Count Nobili to the room prepared for him," said the lawyer. "There, Count Nobili, I will attend you in a few minutes."
As they turned over their music-books, Alfred, for some minutes, heard only the names of La Tour, Winter, Von Esch, Lanza, Portogallo, Mortellari, Guglielmi, Sacchini, Sarti, Paisiello, pronounced by male and female voices in various tones of ecstasy and of execration. Then there was an eager search for certain favourite duets, trios, and sets of cavatinas.
Legal habits had taught Maestro Guglielmi to shape his countenance into a mask, fashioned to whatever expression he might desire to assume. Never had the trick been so difficult! The intense rage that possessed him was uncontrollable. For the first moment he stood stolidly mute.
The haughty tone in which they were uttered added to their sting. We are at best the creatures of circumstances circumstances had entirely altered him. At that moment, Nobili was at war with all the world. He hated himself he hated and he mistrusted every one. Guglielmi was not certainly adapted to restore faith in mankind.
Within the rails stood Fra Pacifico, arrayed in a vestment of white and gold. The grand outline of his tall figure filled the front of the altar. No one would have recognized the parish priest in the stately ecclesiastic who wore his robes with so much dignity. To the right of the altar stood the marchesa. Maestro Guglielmi, tablets in hand, was beside her.
In his confusion he misses it. "Not for worlds, Signore Conte," says Guglielmi, nervously passing his hand up and down the panel in search of the door-handle "not for worlds would I offend you! Now Guglielmi has it! Safely clutching the handle with both his hands, Guglielmi's courage returns. His mocking eyes look up without blinking into Nobili's, fierce and flashing as they are.
"It is my duty to inform you, Count Nobili" Guglielmi is speaking with pompous earnestness he anxiously notes the effect his words produce upon Count Nobili "that, unless you remain under the same roof with your wife to-night, the marriage will not be completed; therefore no separation between you will be legal." Nobili turned pale. He struck his fist violently on the table.
This Pipa repeats at intervals in gasps. "Come, Pipa, that will do," says the cavaliere, poking at her with his stick "I must get back before I am missed no one must know it till morning least of all the marchesa and Guglielmi. They are shut up together. The marchesa says she will sit up all night. But Count Nobili and his wife are gone really gone. Fra Pacifico managed it.
My official capacity, however, ends with Count Nobili's presence here at the appointed hour." At the word "hour" Guglielmi hastily pulled out his watch. "Only a few minutes more," he muttered. "But this is not all. Listen, my father." He gave a hasty glance round, then put his lips close to the priest's ear.
I am here officially, to see that Count Nobili attends at the time appointed for the ceremony. In reality, I am here to see that Count Nobili remains. This must be no formal union. They must be bound together irrevocably. You must help me, reverend sir." Maestro Guglielmi turned quickly upon Fra Pacifico. His eyes ran all over him. The priest drew back.
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