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"Very nice, I'm sure," said Miss Hamelyn, greatly relieved; for she knew that Signor Graziano must be fifty. "We have known him," went on the old lady, "very nearly thirty years. He used to largely frequent the salon of our dear, our cherished Madame Lilli." The tears came into the old lady's eyes. No doubt those days seemed near and dear to her; she did not see the dust on those faded triumphs.
"Of course we shall!" cried the elder lady. "Goneril is easily made happy," asserted Miss Hamelyn. "That's a good thing," snapped Miss Prunty; "for there's not much here to make her so!" "Oh, Brigida! I am sure there are many attractions. The air! the view! the historic association! and, more than all, you know there is always a chance of the Signorino!"
She spoke with a languid foreign accent, and with an emphatic and bountiful use of adjectives, that gave to our severer generation an impression of insincerity. Yet it was said with truth that Giulia Petrucci had never forgotten a friend nor an enemy. "Goneril is outside" said Miss Hamelyn. "How is Miss Prunty?" "Brigida? Oh, you must come inside and see my invaluable Brigida.
"Of whom?" said Miss Hamelyn, rather anxiously. "Of him!" cried Madame Petrucci, pointing to the engraving opposite. "He lives, of course, in the capital; but he rents the villa behind our house, the Medici Villa, and when he is tired of Rome he runs down here for a week or so; and so your Gonerilla may have the benefit of his society!"
"And now, since Gonerilla is no longer a stranger," added Madame Petrucci, "we will leave her to the rustic society of Angiolino while we show Miss Hamelyn our orangery." "And conclude our business!" said Bridget Prunty. One day, when Goneril, much browner and rosier for a week among the mountains, came in to lunch at noon, she found no signs of that usually regular repast.
"Of whom?" said Miss Hamelyn, rather anxiously. "Of him!" cried Madame Petrucci, pointing to the engraving opposite. "He lives, of course, in the capital; but he rents the villa behind our house the Medici Villa; and when he is tired of Rome he runs down here for a week or so; and so your Gonerilla may have the benefit of his society!"
"Very nice, I'm sure!" said Miss Hamelyn, greatly relieved; for she knew that Signor Graziano must be fifty. "We have known him," went on the old lady, "very nearly thirty years. He used to largely frequent the salon of our dear, our cherished Madame Lilli." The tears came into the old lady's eyes. No doubt those days seemed near and dear to her; she did not see the dust on those faded triumphs.
Then, after a few minutes, "I'll get in, Aunt Margaret, on one condition." "In my time young people did not make conditions." "Very well, auntie; I'll get in, and you shall answer all my questions when you feel inclined." The carriage stopped. The poor horse panted at his ease, while the girl seated herself beside Miss Hamelyn.
Miss Hamelyn left the carriage and ascended the steep little flight of steps that leads from the road to the cottage garden. In the porch a singular figure was awaiting her. "Good-afternoon, Madame Petrucci," said Miss Hamelyn. A slender old lady, over sixty, rather tall, in a brown silk skirt, and a white burnoose that showed the shrunken slimness of her arms, came eagerly forward.
Baron Munnikhouson or Munchausen, of Bodenweder, near Hamelyn on the Weser, belongs to the noble family of that name, which gave to the King's German dominions the late prime minister and several other public characters equally bright and illustrious.
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