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There are so many strangers driving," she continued, to the man; "do stand and tell us who they are. You know every second person in Europe." He pressed eagerly forward, and Anna Mantegazza turned and patted his hand. "I wish you were so attentive to Pier and myself," she remarked, both light and serious. "I'd like to buy you you're indispensable in Florence." "Contessa!" he protested. "Delighted!
The former, it appeared to Lavinia, looked disconcerted; and it was evident that she had been remonstrating with Anna Mantegazza. The other laughed provokingly. "Nonsense!" she declared. "It was too good to miss; besides, you're an old campaigner."
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Her eyes while she was speaking were directed toward Anna Mantegazza and the resentment changed to hatred. The other shrugged her shoulders indifferently and moved toward the dining room, catching Lavinia's arm in her own. Mantegazza entered at the soup and was seated on Gheta's right; Cesare Orsi was on Anna's left; and Lavinia sat between the two men, with Mochales opposite.
Pier Mantegazza was standing before a high inclined table, which bore a number of blackened and shapeless medallions. He was a famous numismatic a tall stooping man, slightly lame, and enveloped in a premature gray ill health that resembled clinging cobwebs.
Anna Mantegazza turned to the younger with a new veiled scrutiny. Her gaze rested for an instant on Orsi and then moved contemplatively to Gheta and Abrego y Mochales. It was evident that her thoughts were very busy; a faint sparkle appeared in her eyes, a fresh vivacity animated her manner.
Anna returned, followed by her maid, who bore carefully over her arm a shimmering mass of glowing pink. "Now!" Anna Mantegazza cried. "Your hair is very pretty, very original but hardly for a dress by Verlat. Sara!" The maid moved quietly forward and directed an appraising gaze at Lavinia. She was a flat-hipped Englishwoman, with a cleft chin and enigmatic greenish eyes.
"Were you comfortable in my carriage," he demanded, "and fetched home at a smart pace?" Lavinia thanked him. "You are always so quiet," he complained. "I'm certain there's a great deal in that wise young head worth hearing." "Lavinia is still in the schoolroom," Gheta explained brutally. "Yesterday she put up her hair, to-day Anna Mantegazza invites her, and we have an effect."
But what the others lacked conversationally Anna Mantegazza more than supplied; she was at her best, and that was very sparkling, touched with malice and understanding, and absolute independence. She insisted on including Lavinia in every issue. At first Lavinia was only confused by the attention pressed on her; she retreated, growing more inarticulate at every sally.
Anna Mantegazza knocked and entered just as Lavinia had finished with her hair and was slipping into the familiar white dress. There had been, within the last few hours, a perceptible change in the former's attitude toward her. Lavinia realized that Anna Mantegazza regarded her with a new interest, a greater and more personal friendliness.
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