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The matter was settled at last, and they went towards the boat; the Marchesino casting many backward glances towards the two angels, who, with their lovers, were becoming riotous in their gayety as the moon came up. "Are we going out into the Bay?" said Artois, as they stepped into the boat, and were pushed off. "Where is the best fishing-ground?" asked the Marchesino of the elder of the two men.
It could hardly have been otherwise with a host so complacent, so attentive, so self-possessed, so hilarious as the Marchesino. And the Padrone of the restaurant warmly seconded the efforts of the giver of the feast.
The Marchesino got up. "Let us go there. The Marchesa with papa it is better than the Compagnia Scarpetta! I will present you." But Artois was in no mood for a cataract of nothingness. "Not now," he said. "I have " The Marchesino shot a cruel glance of impudent comprehension at him, and touched his left hand in token of farewell. "I know! I know! The quickest horse to the Toledo. A-ah! A-ah!
Artois lay quite still. The Marchesino turned his body very carefully so that he might see the face of his friend. As he did so Artois, who had been looking straight up at the stars, shut his eyes, and simulated sleep.
She even felt calmer, for knowledge increased almost always brings an undercurrent of increased tranquility, because of the sense of greater power that it produces in the mind. She looked better. She talked more easily. When dinner was over they went as usual to the garden, and when they were there Hermione referred to the projected meeting with the Marchesino. "I made a promise," she said.
"Monsieur Emile writes because he has a great brain, not because he has a tired body," said Vere, with sudden warmth. Her mother was looking at her earnestly. "Oh, Signorina, I do not mean But for a man to be always shut up," began the Marchesino, "it is not life." "You don't understand, Marchese. One can live in a little room with the door shut as one can never live " Abruptly she stopped.
"You know," she said, changing to something else, "that when the fishermen pass under San Francesco's pedestal they bend down, and lift a little water from the sea, and sprinkle it into the boat, and make the sign of the cross. They call it 'acqua benedetta. I love to see them do that." Another big wave struck the launch and made it shiver. The Marchesino crossed himself, but quite mechanically.
Vere rose before him, as one who came softly to bring him the answer to his questionings. And he knew that his vexation arose from the secret apprehension of a future in which he would desire to stand between her and the Marchesino with clean hands, and tell Doro certain truths which are universal, not national. Such truths would come ill from one whom the lectured held unclean.
A certain excitement was noticeable in her gayety had been noticed by her mother all through the evening. It was really due to the afternoon's incident with Artois, succeeded by this unexpected festival, in which the lively homage of the Marchesino was mingled with the long procession of celebrated names introduced by the Padrone.
The Northern blood in Vere demanded other things of a man than imitations of a seal, the clever driving of a four-in-hand, light-footed dancing, and songs to the guitar. In Gaspare she saw more reality than she saw as yet in the Marchesino. The dawning intellect of her began to grasp already the nobility of work. Gaspare had his work to do, and did it with loyal efficiency.
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