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The next morning Don Ippolito did not come, but in the afternoon the postman brought a letter for Mrs. Vervain, couched in the priest's English, begging her indulgence until after the day of Corpus Christi, up to which time, he said, he should be too occupied for his visits of ordinary. This letter reminded Mrs. Vervain that they had not seen Mr.
If he does, he must come in and wash it out with a glass of wine that's a good old fashion. I want you to have the wine at any rate, Don Ippolito; it'll keep you from taking cold. You really must." "Thanks, madama; I cannot lose more time, now; I must go home at once. Good night." Before Mrs. Vervain could frame a protest, or lay hold of him, he bowed and hurried out of the land-gate.
He had introduced Don Ippolito to the Vervains; he was in some sort responsible for him; he must save them if possible from the painful consequences of the priest's hallucination. But how to do this was by no means clear.
Ferris why didn't he come back with you?" "Come back with me?" "Why yes, child. I sent him out to call you, just before you came in. This Don Ippolito business put him quite out of my head. Didn't you see him? ... Oh! What's that?" "Nothing: I dropped my candle." "You're sure you didn't set anything on fire?" "No! It went dead out." "Light it again, and do look. Now is everything right?" "Yes."
"I can remember that papa used to be glad to get out of his." "Perfectly wild," assented Mrs. Vervain. "But he never seemed the same person. Soldiers and clergymen are so much more stylish in their own dress not stylish, exactly, but taking; don't you know?" "There, Don Ippolito," interposed Ferris, "you had better put on your talare and your nicchio again.
His misery took the shape of an intent that would not suffer him to rest. He meant to go to Don Ippolito and tell him that his story had failed of its effect, that he was not to be fooled so easily, and, without demanding anything further, to leave him in his lie. At the earliest hour when he might hope to be admitted, he went, and rang the bell furiously.
Afterwards Giorgio was placed by the Magnificent Ippolito with Baccio Bandinelli, who was pleased to have the boy with him and to teach him; and Vasari contrived to obtain Francesco as his companion, with great advantage to them both, for the reason that while working together they learned more and made greater progress in one month than they had done in two years while drawing by themselves.
Don Ippolito paused, apparently searching for his voice, before he inquired, "Is it here that the Consul of America lives?" "Precisely." "Is he perhaps at home?" "I don't know. I will go ask him." "Do me that pleasure, dear," said Don Ippolito, and remained knotting his fingers before the closed door.
It has been more a relief than a shame to have all this known to you; and even if you should despise me" "I don't despise you; that isn't for me; but oh, I wish that I could help you!" Don Ippolito shook his head. "You cannot help me; but I thank you for your compassion; I shall never forget it." He lingered irresolutely with his hat in his hand. "Shall we go on with the reading, madamigella?"
They were all like sights in a mirror, or things in a world turned upside down. Ferris came back and looked dizzily at the priest trying to believe that this unhuman, sacerdotal phantasm had been telling him that it loved a beautiful young girl of his own race, faith, and language. "Will you not answer me, signore?" meekly demanded Don Ippolito.
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