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Updated: May 6, 2025
I shall be glad if you will give it to me before four o'clock; I wish to send it at once." Macomer had barely a thousand francs in the house, and he knew that there was not a man of business in Naples who would have lent him half the little sum for which Veronica was asking. "I shall certainly not give you money for any such absurd purpose," said Gregorio, with sudden, assumed sternness.
Then, before she had quite finished dressing, Matilde Macomer knocked at the door and came in. She was looking far worse than Veronica, and from the absence of colour in her face, her eyes seemed to be more near together than ever.
She had not thought that she had expected so much of the meeting. She certainly had not the slightest personal feeling for the man beside her. And yet, somehow, she was dismally disappointed. If this was the man who was dying of love, she infinitely preferred Bosio Macomer. Gianluca was evidently in bad health.
"What has happened?" He turned again, for the answer. "It is all over," said Gianluca. "My father was there last night. She is betrothed to Bosio Macomer." His voice sank low, and his head fell forward a little, so that his chin rested upon his folded hands. Taquisara uttered an exclamation of surprise, and bit the end of his cigar. "She? To marry Bosio Macomer? No no I do not believe it."
After all, it is hers, as she says." Macomer turned and stared at his wife in amazement. "I am going out at once," she continued. "If you like, I will go to the bank and get the money for you. Yes, dear," she added, turning to Veronica, "I shall be back before four o'clock, and you shall have it in plenty of time. Did you say four thousand or five thousand?"
He walked more slowly, as he felt the fear and uncertainty twisting his scant courage from his heart. Then he was ashamed of himself, and in a sudden attempt to be brave he hailed a passing cab and drove rapidly to the Palazzo Macomer. He asked for Veronica and was told that she was in her room. He did not wish to send her a message. Gregorio had gone out immediately after the midday breakfast.
"I merely mentioned it as an instance of a crime," she said, without any change of tone. "You said it would be a crime for you to marry Veronica. It did not strike me that it could be called by that name. Crimes are murder, stealing, forgery such things. Who would say that it was criminal for Bosio Macomer to marry Veronica Serra? There is no reason against it.
She looked down at her strong hands that had grown thinner during the past days, but were strong still. Gregorio waited a few moments and then roused himself and bent over his papers again. "You cannot see any way out of it, can you?" asked his wife at last. "Is there no possibility of keeping afloat until things go better?" "No," answered Macomer, not looking up. "There is nothing to go better.
He had been ruled by Matilde Macomer through many years, and when he thought of meeting her he had a deadly presentiment of assured defeat. She would extract from him something more than the silent assent which he had been forced into giving on the previous evening, and she could not let him go till he promised to marry Veronica.
Is that what you call making love in Naples?" "I have told you that I can do nothing." "It does not follow that there is nothing to be done." "What is there, for instance?" "Go to the Palazzo Macomer and find out the truth yourself. Write to her take your place before the door and stand there day and night until she sees you and notices you." Taquisara laughed.
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