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"Pardon me, I did not mean to insinuate that. But what I have to say is strictly private." Fra Pacifico eyed Guglielmi with no friendly expression. "I know you well by repute, reverend sir" with one comprehensive glance Guglielmi seemed to take in Fra Pacifico mentally and physically "therefore it is that I address myself to you." The priest crossed his arms and bowed.
"Pshaw!" cried Fra Pacifico, retreating from him with an expression of blank disappointment. "I a canon at Lucca! If that is to be the consequence of success, you must depend on yourself, Signore Guglielmi. I decline to help you. I would not be a canon at Lucca if the King of Italy asked me in person." Guglielmi, whose tactics were, if he failed, never to show it, smiled his falsest smile.
Altogether this was a priest different from any he had ever met with Guglielmi hated priests he began to be interested in Fra Pacifico. "Well, well," was Guglielmi's reply, with an aspect of intense chagrin, "I had better hopes.
His face was averted. The witnesses, Adamo and Silvestro, ranged themselves on either side. The marchesa and Maestro Guglielmi drew nearer to the altar. Angelo waved the censer, walking to and fro before the rails. Pipa peeped in at the open doorway. Her eyes were red with weeping. Pipa looked round aghast. "What a marriage was this! More like a death than a marriage!
"What! a new difficulty? When will this torture end?" "It will end to-morrow morning, Count Nobili. To-morrow morning I shall have the honor of waiting upon you, in company with the Mayor of Corellia, for the civil marriage. Every requisition of the law will then have been complied with." Maestro Guglielmi bows and moves toward the door.
"I have already stretched my conscience to the utmost for the sake of the lady. I can do nothing more." "But, my father, it is surely to the lady's advantage that, if the count marries her, they should live together, that heirs should be born to them," pleaded Guglielmi in a most persuasive voice. "If the count separates from his wife after the ceremony, how can this be?
He dares not show himself, or he would be stabbed; but Count Nobili's lawyer has had a conference with Maestro Guglielmi. Cavaliere Trenta insisted upon being present. This was against my will. Cavaliere Trenta always says too much. Maestro Guglielmi gave Count Nobili's lawyer three days to decide. At the expiration of that time Signore Guglielmi met him again.
"Reverend sir," began Maestro Guglielmi, blandly, stepping up to where the priest stood a little apart, and speaking in a metallic voice audible in any court of law, be it ever so closely packed "it gratifies me much that chance has so ordered it that we two are left alone." Guglielmi took out his watch. "We have a good half-hour to spare."
Count Nobili stood in the doorway. At the moment of Count Nobili's appearance Maestro Guglielmi drew out his watch; then he proceeded to note upon his tablets that Count Nobili, having observed the appointed time, was not subject to a fine. Count Nobili paused on the threshold, then he advanced to the altar. That he had come in haste was apparent.
"Noble disinterestedness!" he exclaimed, drawing his delicate hand across his brow. "Nothing could have raised your reverence higher in my esteem than this refusal!" To conceal his real annoyance, Maestro Guglielmi turned away and coughed. It was a diplomatic cough, ready on all emergencies. Again he consulted his watch. "Five minutes more, then we must assemble at the altar.
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