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"He would never let her go from his side till she went to a husband's," continued Jackeymo. "But this climate, she could never stand it," said Riccabocca, drawing his cloak round him, as a north wind took him in the rear. "The orange trees blossom even here with care," said Jackeymo, turning back to draw down an awning where the orange trees faced the north.
Jackeymo, though his master has assessed the long arrears of his wages at a sum which would enable him to have orange-groves and servants of his own, still clings to his former duties, and practises his constitutional parsimony.
The tears of women we know their worth; but the tears of an honest man Fie, Giacomo! at least I can never repay you this! Go and see to our wardrobe." So far as his master's wardrobe was concerned, that order was pleasing to Jackeymo; for the doctor had in his drawers suits which Jackeymo pronounced to be as good as new, though many a long year had passed since they left the tailor's hands.
"I have heard that he is still very handsome." Jackeymo groaned. Randal resumed, "Enough; persuade the padrone to come to town." "But if the count is in town?" "That makes no difference; the safest place is always the largest city. Everywhere else, a foreigner is in himself an object of attention and curiosity." "True." "Let your master, then, come to London, or rather, into its neighbourhood.
Friend, I have this day seen a boy who refused sixpence!" "Cosa stupenda!" exclaimed Jackeymo, opening his eyes, and letting fall the watering-pot. "It is true, my friend." "Take him, Padrone, in Heaven's name, and the fields will grow gold." "I will think of it, for it must require management to catch such a boy," said Riccabocca.
"Poor Giacomo, a little chat in the servants' hall will do you good; and the squire's beef is more nourishing, after all, than the sticklebacks and minnows. It will lengthen your life." "The padrone jests," said Jackeymo, statelily; "as if any one could starve in his service." "Um," said Riccabocca.
The cold and penurious elegance that had characterized the Casino disappeared like enchantment, that is, the elegance remained, but the cold and penury fled before the smile of woman. Like Puss-in-Boots, after the nuptials of his master, Jackeymo only now caught minnows and sticklebacks for his own amusement. Jackeymo looked much plumper, and so did Riccabocca.
"Traitor!" muttered Jackeymo; and his right hand seemed to feel for the weapon which the Italians of lower rank often openly wear in their girdles. "The priest," resumed Riccabocca, calmly, "has rightly judged in removing my child as a guest from the house in which that traitor enters as lord." "And where is the signorina?" "With the poor priest.
And on the arrival of Violante, he saw, with natural bitterness, that he was clean forgotten, not only by Riccabocca, but almost by Jackeymo. It was true that the master still lent him books, and the servant still gave him lectures on horticulture. But Riccabocca had no time nor inclination now to amuse himself with enlightening that tumult of conjecture which the books created.
They were chiefly Italian coins, some five-franc pieces, a silver medallion inclosing a little image of his patron saint, San Giacomo, one solid English guinea, and somewhat more than a pound's worth in English silver. Jackeymo put back the foreign coins, saying prudently, "One will lose on them here;" he seized the English coins, and counted them out.
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