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Updated: June 29, 2025
The next thing that occurred was the sudden starting up of the boy in his bed, with the bright morning sun shining in through the window. "Where am I?" he muttered. "How did I come here?" And then by degrees he began to have some faint recollection of Leoni helping him to his room. "Why, I must have disgraced myself in some way," he muttered. "What could I have done?
The next moment he had raised his finger to his lips, gazing at him fixedly for some moments, before turning and moving towards the door, when Denis heaved a deep sigh and looked round in vain in search of Saint Simon; but he was nowhere near, and the boy slowly followed Leoni, whom he found waiting for him just outside the door.
His life or mine," something within him seemed to keep on saying, till the end of the sentry's beat appeared to be quite over-passed and he was coming nearer, so near that Leoni felt he saw him at last and the crisis was there, when the man stopped, hesitated for a moment, then began pacing back just as before but not quite, for almost as soon as his back was turned Leoni's command over his nerves and muscles ceased, and he began to glide silently along by the tapestried panels to reach Saint Simon and the King at last.
Sixty-three nights was the career of the Beggar's Opera; but the Duenna was acted no less than seventy-five times during the season, the only intermissions being a few days at Christmas, and the Fridays in every week; the latter on account of Leoni, who, being a Jew, could not act on those nights.
Leoni leaned forward, and with his elbows on the table joined the tips of his fingers, and then clasped his hands and, with the weird strange look in his eyes, said: "What does my lord propose to do?" "To do? Why, to go to the Court of our quick-tempered brother Henry at this palace of his at Windsor." "Ah!" said Leoni. "You are doubtful?"
But they were incoherent and strange, and it was only now and then that Leoni, on his right, and Denis, on his left, caught their import, always something about the hunt and losing their quarry.
"Not at present, Sire," said Francis drily, and with a glance at Leoni. "Ah!" and Henry seemed to relapse into thought. "I would that he were here, Sire, in order that he might see how well you treat his envoys." But Henry waved the compliment aside. "Tell me about France," he said; "tell me about France."
I must do what I can, by the help of a rough plan and bird's-eye view, to give him the necessary topographical knowledge: Opposite is a rude ground plan of the buildings round St. Mark's Place; and the following references will clearly explain their relative positions: A. St. Mark's Place. B. Piazzetta. P. V. Procuratie Vecchie. P. L. Libreria Vecchia. I. Piazzetta de' Leoni. T. Tower of St. Mark.
"No," said Leoni, cool and stern as if, in spite of the emergency, danger was afar. "Support him that side."
"If I might say so, I should think his Majesty King Francis would feel proud of the bearer of his letter, if he could know how bravely one of his nobles kept up the credit of his court of braves." "I hope he would, Leoni," said the King, laughing to himself, and he looked sharply upward as the halberdiers' footsteps echoed from the grey stone walls of the arched entrance to the courtyard.
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