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Updated: May 3, 2025
There were persons in Rome, indeed, who might have considered the matter more leniently. Corona Sant' Ilario was one of these; but her husband and father-in-law would have opened their eyes as wide as old Lotario Montevarchi himself, had the match been discussed before them.
Sant' Ilario did not see the action and probably would not have noticed it if he had. Anastase pondered all that afternoon and part of the next morning over his short conversation, and the only conclusion at which he arrived was that Faustina was the most fascinating girl he had ever met.
When Gouache turned after closing the door he was aware that Sant' Ilario had been watching him, by the fixed way in which he was now looking in another direction. The Zouave wished more and more fervently that he had not come to the house, but resolved to prolong his visit in the hope that Corona might return.
The sister who admitted Corona and Faustina took the latter's hand kindly and looked into her face by the light of the small lantern she carried. "It is some dreadful mistake, my child," she said. "But I have no course but to obey. You are Donna Faustina Montevarchi?" "Yes this is the Princess Sant' Ilario." "Will you come with me?
Faustina's deep eyes followed her mother as though she were interested to know the news of Gouache. "I hope he is better," she said, quietly. "Of course," echoed Flavia, "So do I. But mamma amuses me so much! She is always in a hurry." Faustina made no answer, but she looked at Sant' Ilario, as though she wondered what he thought of her sister.
That becomes naturally your department, as the practical superintendence of the building is mine, but you will of course leave it to the steward of the Signor Principe di Sant' Ilario, who is a man of affairs." "I will do nothing of the kind!" exclaimed Orsino. "I will do it myself. I will learn how it is done. I want occupation." "What an extraordinary wish!"
"The centre of all attraction," said the reporter, "was a most beautiful Spanish princess, Donna Maria Consuelo d'A z d'A a, in whose mysterious eyes are reflected the divine fires of a thousand triumphs, and who was gracefully attired in olive green brocade " "Oh! Is that it?" said Sant' Ilario aloud, and in the peculiar tone always used by a man who makes a discovery in a daily paper.
When he was gone the three looked at each other in silence for some moments. "He has surprisingly good manners, for an innkeeper," said Corona at last. "No one will ever suspect his former life. But I do not like him." "Nor I," said the prince. "He wants something," said Sant' Ilario. "And he will probably get it," he added, after a short pause. "He has a determined face."
Colonna and Orsini marching side by side, and old Saracinesca in all his magnificence. He is eighty-two year old." "Saracinesca?" repeated Maria Consuelo, turning her tawny eyes upon her neighbour. "Yes. The father of Sant' Ilario grandfather of that young fellow who showed you to your seat." "Don Orsino? Yes, I know him slightly." Corona, sitting immediately behind them heard her son's name.
A Dante may be sad and sorrowful, as when, in his gloomy wanderings and isolations, he asked of Fra Ilario the rest and peace of his sacred monastery; but he was sad as a greater than he wept over Jerusalem, in the profound seriousness of superior knowledge, in the sublime solitariness of an inhabitant of another and grander sphere.
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