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Eve informed me, taking my arm. "Come along and help me unpack! Isn't it fun?" Luigi's reception of us that night was most gratifying. He escorted us to the best table in the place, from which he ruthlessly seized the mystic label that kept it from the onslaughts of less privileged guests. He congratulated me upon my parliamentary honors and my engagement in the same breath.
"We had better engage a table at Luigi's permanently," he remarked. "If only you meant it!" she sighed. He laughed at her, but he was thoughtful for a few minutes. Afterwards, when they sat at a small round table in the somewhat Bohemian restaurant which was the fashionable rendezvous of the moment for ladies of the theatrical profession, he asked her a question.
Luigi's place, as all men know, is situated upon a small, crooked and very dirty street, yet none the less, it is an abode of contentment for those who know good living. When Helena and I entered the door I felt as one again at home.
"Abbott, see that this envelope is put in a safe place." Abbott left them alone. Ames advanced to the desk, where he stood, his face eager. "Mr. Secretary, you've been so decent. You, you well, you're such a man! I I want to tell you something but I don't know how you'll take it. The truth is, I believe that I could prove that Luigi's mistress was not your mother!"
I've known him well enough; we've been elected to the senate on the same day." He took the papers from the table and examined them carefully. "You may be right," he finally said. "The age wouldn't be match up. He's too old to be one of Luigi's sons. If he had fathered him before his marriage we would be able to ignore it."
"You two men, Close and Lawrence, may consider yourselves under arrest for conspiracy and whatever other indictments will lie against such creatures as you. The police will be here in a moment. No, Close, violence won't do now. The doors are locked and see, we are four to two." Kennedy and I had been dining rather late one evening at Luigi's, a little Italian restaurant on the lower West Side.
So I went into the hall, to the parlor door, and called for help, for a doctor or somebody. And then they all came out here. That's all I know." Luigi's nerve gave way, and he sank into a chair with a sob. Fenn looked at him, and considerately left him alone for the time. "Can this be true?" he said, turning to us. "Can you suspect Miss Van Allen of this crime?"
Fathers, witnesses, brothers, and sisters went and came, like a happy swarm of insects disporting in the sun. Each seemed to be impressed with the value of this passing moment of life, when the heart finds itself within two hopes, the wishes of the past, the promises of the future. As she watched them, Ginevra's heart swelled within her; she pressed Luigi's arm, and gave him a look.
Pier Luigi's original intent had been to spend no more than a night at Pagliano. But when the morrow came, he showed no sign of departing, nor upon the next day, nor yet upon the next.
As likely as not we shall have an insurrection, open revolt against the Pontifical authority, and red war in the streets. And this is not the time for it. "The Holy Father requires the submission of these people. We are upon the eve of Duke Pier Luigi's coming to occupy his new States, and it imports that he should be well received, that he should be given a loving welcome by his subjects.
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