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Updated: June 3, 2025
A roar of a thousand voices was heard singing the national hymn: "Chi per la patria muore Vessuto ha assai!" La Luciola was carried in triumph to her coach by the students; the enthusiastic young men took the horses out of the traces and bore the carriage along themselves, shouting through the night air: "Long live La Luciola! Long live Italy!"
Those down below hardly know of its existence, even those who come back year after year, but Roquebrune and my garden are world enough for me. Is breakfast ready, Mademoiselle Luciola? Thanks; we will begin as soon as you have brought things to lay another place. Is that not a good name for the wee body Firefly?
"Is it possible?" exclaimed La Luciola, clapping her hands with joy. "Who is the composer of the new opera? Gioberto, Palmerelli, or perhaps you, Ticellini? But stay! before we go any further, I make one condition: the subject must not be tragical." "Oh, tragic opera has long since gone out of fashion."
La Luciola, measuring the count with a stern look, said: "Count, by what right have you come here?" A malicious smile was the answer, and then San Pietro audaciously said: "Who will prevent me from coming in?" "I!" exclaimed Luciola, passionately. "Depart at once." "Ah, you are defending the marquis."
"One would say I flattered myself by thinking that I had been born a detective!" he remarked aloud to his favourite rose-bush, when Luciola had emptied her news-bag for him, in the garden. "Me, a detective? Heaven forbid! Yet at the same time, if I have brain-power to be of service to my Principino, the saints give me wit to use it."
"Well and " asked Salvani, breathlessly, as the diva paused. "Well, I must have a new rôle in a new opera or I shall run away," said La Luciola, firmly. Both men uttered a cry of joy. Luciola looked from one to the other and finally said: "Does my demand embarrass you?" "No, luck alone makes us dumb. We intended, signora, to ask you to-day to take a part in a new opera."
Narrower and narrower grew the circle about the patriots, and the students tried in vain to draw the carriage away from the soldiers. "Luciola," said the count, maliciously, "do you still think you can escape me?" Luciola drew herself up, and casting a look of contempt at the count, she cried, in loud, clear tones: "Miserable coward!" San Pietro uttered a cry of rage, and lifted his sword aloof.
"Oh, you have performed a miracle," said Luciola, enthusiastically. Monte-Cristo bowed his head and a tear glistened in his eye. It was in memory of his friend and teacher, the Abbe Faria. Sante-Croce looked wonderingly at the count. "You are a god!" he exclaimed; "forgive the words I spoke before." "I have nothing to forgive," replied the count, gently; "I have only to keep what I have promised.
"That Aslitta be arrested this evening." "Ah, La Luciola is divine; we must secure her for Vienna!" exclaimed the colonel, enthusiastically. "Will you arrange it?" "What, your excellency?" "Are you deaf? We must secure Luciola for Vienna." "Have Aslitta arrested, and La Luciola will be a member of the Vienna Opera." "Stupid, what interest has La Luciola in Aslitta?"
Our readers have already guessed that the marquis was playing the part of a Brutus, and La Luciola, who loved him dearly, supported him in his plans. The two fiery natures had become acquainted at Naples. Luciola's friend, the gentle Milla, had written the mysterious libretto and Aslitta had sent it to Ticellini.
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