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Updated: May 9, 2025
At the thought of the man whom he so cordially detested, Lamberti's blue eyes grew hard, and his upper lip tightened a little, just showing his teeth under his red moustache. Guido looked at him and smiled in his turn. "There are your ferocious instincts again," he said; "you wish you could kill him." "I do," answered Lamberti, simply.
Lamberti was a Roman, and though he had only seen the Countess three or four times in his life, he remembered very well that she had been twice married, and that her first husband had been a certain Count Palladio, whose name was vaguely connected in Lamberti's mind with South American railways, the Suez Canal, and a machine gun that had been tried in the Italian navy; but it was not a Roman name, and he could not remember any villa that was called by it.
There was no mistaking the look in Lamberti's hard blue eyes. Guido faced him. "Do you think that every man who commits suicide is a coward?" "If it is to escape his own troubles, yes. A man who gives his life for his country, his mother, or his wife, is not a coward, though he may kill himself with his own hand." "The Church would call him a suicide."
Tell her, please, that it would be a little hard for me to talk with her now, but that she must not think I am not glad that she is going to marry my best friend." "Thank you. I will say that." Lamberti's voice was less steady than Guido's. "And tell her that I will write to her from the Tyrol." "Yes." It was over.
There was a small space for each day of the year, and he never failed to note at least the name of the place in which he was, while travelling. He also recorded Lamberti's coming and going, the names of the ships to which he was ordered, and the dates of any notable facts in his life.
Men of science still occasionally come into conflict with the official representatives of different beliefs, but science herself no longer assails religion. Lamberti's specialist professed no form of faith, wherefore he would rather not have been called upon to answer all three of Kant's questions: What can I know? What is it my duty to do? What may I hope?
When the two men talked of her she had always been "the Contessina," while she had been "Cecilia" in the hearts of both. There was something in the thought of not having told Guido all before the delirium seized him, that still offended Lamberti's scrupulous loyalty. It would be almost horrible if Guido should die without knowing the truth.
For the dream had really changed on the very night after she had met Lamberti; the loving look had been followed by the one fierce kiss she could never forget, and though afterwards the rest of the dream had all come back and had gone on to its end as before, that one kiss came with it again and again, and in that moment the eyes were Lamberti's own.
It was the hardest moment in Lamberti's life. It had been far easier to hide what he felt, so long as he had not guessed that Cecilia loved him, than it was to speak out now; it had cost him much less to be steadfast in his silence with her while Guido's illness lasted.
This was perhaps exaggerated, but she was glad of it, just then. She, who would have given all for him, wished savagely that some woman would make him fall in love and treat him with merciless barbarity. Cecilia felt that evening as if she could resist Lamberti's influence at last, for she was out of humour with herself and with every one else.
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