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Updated: June 15, 2025
To-morrow!" "Without waiting to hear Melba?" "Yes to-morrow!" "Or Sarah Bernhardt in Sardou's new play?" "To-morrow! To-morrow morning, early! What is anything compared with your getting well?" "And your new summer costume that Doucet has not finished? How about that?" Marcello laughed gaily and emptied his glass. But Regina rose and knelt down beside him, laying her hands on his.
You love Aurora too, I daresay! Such as your man's love is, and of its kind, you have enough for two!" Marcello smiled. "I do not love Aurora now," he said. "But you have, for you talked to her in your fever, and perhaps you will again, or perhaps you wish to marry her. How can I tell what you think? She is prettier than I, for she has fair hair. I knew she had.
After these works, Federigo painted in the Office of the Ruota, about an escutcheon of Pope Pius IV, two figures larger than life, Justice and Equity, which were much extolled; thus giving time to Taddeo, meanwhile, to attend to the work of Caprarola and the chapel in S. Marcello.
He had recalled Kalmon's face and quiet words, and his own weakness when he had first come to see Marcello in the hospital that abject terror which both Regina and the doctor must have noticed and his first impression that Marcello no longer trusted him as formerly, and many other things; and each time he had been thus disturbed, he had plunged deeper into the dissipation which alone could cloud such memories and keep them out of sight for a time; till at last he had come to live in a continual transition from recklessness to fear and from fear to recklessness, and he had grown to detest the very sight of Marcello so heartily that an open quarrel was almost a relief.
"You were right. Your mother is now one of the saints in Paradise. How do I know it? Even Settimia knew it. I am not going to talk of her now. I am not fit to speak her name in your hearing. Very well. Do you know what my mother was?" "She is dead," Marcello replied, meaning that Regina should let her memory alone. "Or my father?" she asked, going on. "They were bad people. I come of a bad race.
All that night and the following day Regina recognised no one; and it was night again, and her strength began to fail, but her understanding returned. Marcello saw the change, and made a sign to the nurse, who went out to tell Kalmon. It was about nine o'clock when he entered the room, and Regina knew him and looked at him anxiously. He, in turn, glanced at Marcello, and she understood.
It is nothing but the sudden wish for a little harmless excitement, nothing else in the world, my dear boy, and it is certainly nothing to be ashamed of. It does not follow that it is at all convenient to yield to it, but we feel it because we lead such a very quiet life." "But surely, we are perfectly happy," observed Marcello. "Perfectly, absolutely happy.
Regina had heard her just before Marcello had come in, but there was no sound now; she had probably gone to bed. Regina lit a candle and went into her own room. On a shelf near the little toilet-table there was a box, covered with old velvet, in which she kept the few simple pins and almost necessary bits of jewellery which she had been willing to accept from Marcello.
Meanwhile, the carabineers had lifted Marcello very gently from the cart and had carried him into the octroi guard-house, where they set him in a chair, wrapped the ragged blanket round his knees and waist, and poured a little wine down his throat.
It was better to be satisfied with the life-interest in one-third of the property, which he already enjoyed, and which supplied him with abundant means for amusing himself. It was humiliating to be turned out of the house by a mere boy, as he still called Marcello, but he was not excessively sensitive to humiliation, and he promised himself some sort of satisfactory vengeance before long.
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