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His expression was of a man undergoing a terrible ordeal; defiance, shame, anger, contended on his face. There was something in the studied negligence of Count Nobili's appearance that irritated the marchesa to the last degree of endurance. She bridled with rage, and exchanged a significant glance with Guglielmi. Footsteps were now heard coming from the sala. It was Enrica, led by the cavaliere.
As he did so, he was engaged in closely scrutinizing Fra Pacifico, who, full of anxiety as to what was about to happen, stood lost in thought. Maestro Guglielmi, whose age might be about forty, was a man, once seen, not easily forgotten a tall, slight man of quick subtile movements, that betrayed the devouring activity within.
If he could carry out the plan he had formed, he might yet be a judge within the year. Already Guglielmi feels the touch of the soft fur upon his official robes! After the cavaliere's departure, Guglielmi advanced. He had been standing so entirely concealed in the shadow thrown by the altar, that Nobili had forgotten his presence. Nobili now stared at him in angry surprise.
"Your accusation that 'I am here to insult you. If you will do me the honor, Count Nobili, to speak to me in private" Guglielmi glanced at Silvestro, Adamo, and Angelo, peering out half hid by the altar "if you will do me this honor, I will prove to you that I am here to serve you." "That is impossible," answered Nobili. "Nor do I care. I leave this house immediately."
But, what was of far more consequence to Guglielmi was, that all this had the effect of stopping Nobili's immediate departure. That Guglielmi had prevailed upon Nobili to enter the room prepared for him that he had in so doing domiciled himself voluntarily under the same roof as his wife was an immense point gained. All this filled Maestro Guglielmi with the prescience of success.
That they were dark and flaming, and greatly dreaded by all on whom Guglielmi fixed them in opposition, was generally admitted by his legal compeers.
Fra Pacifico turned, and for the first time contemplated the lawyer attentively. As he did so, he noted with surprise the power of his eyes. "I earnestly desire some conversation with you," continued Guglielmi, the semblance of a smile flitting over his hard face. "Can we speak here securely?"
"I invite you, therefore, Maestro Guglielmi" the studied calmness of Nobili's manner belied the agitation of his voice and aspect "you, Maestro Guglielmi, who have been called here expressly to insult me I invite you to advise the Marchesa Guinigi to accept what I am willing to offer." "To insult you, Count Nobili?" exclaimed Guglielmi, looking round. Surely not to insult you!
I will undertake no further responsibility," responded Fra Pacifico, doggedly. "You cannot mean, my father, that you will not help me?" And Guglielmi contemplated Fra Pacifico fixedly with all the lightnings he could bring to bear upon him. To his amazement, he produced no effect whatever. Fra Pacifico remained silent.
"He who sleeps catches no fish," the lawyer muttered to himself, biting his lips. "But the priest will help me spite of himself, he will help me. A health to Holy Mother Church! She would not do much if all her ministers were like this country clod. He is without ambition. He has quite fatigued me." Saying this, Maestro Guglielmi poured out another glass of wine.
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