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"If you will wait a moment, Ruffo, I will fetch the cigarettes," said Hermione. "Let me go, Madre," said Vere, eagerly. "Very well, dear." The girl ran into the house. As she disappeared they heard a quick step, and the Marchesino came hurrying up from the sea. He took off his hat when he saw Hermione, and stopped. "I was looking for you, Emilio." He kept his hat in his hand.
"I will take care of the Signora and the Signorina." The Marchesino turned away and jumped into the second carriage with Emilio, realizing angrily that his gold piece would avail him nothing. As they drove off Artois drew out some small square bits of paper. "Here's your ticket for the enclosure," he said, giving one to the Marchesino. "Grazie. But we must walk about.
He shall do that for you on Sunday afternoon when you come to Capodimonte. It makes even mamma die of laughing, and you know how religious she is. But then, of course, men that does not matter. Religion is for women, and they understand that quite well." The Marchesino never made any pretence of piety. One virtue he had in the fullest abundance.
In a letter which the Moro addressed on the 11th of May to his superintendent of works, the Marchesino Stanga, we find a mention of this building, as well as of the decoration of several rooms in the Castello of Milan.
"The English ladies who come in the summer to the Casa del Mare as they call it, on the island close to the Grotto of Virgilio by San Francesco's Pool. They were here this afternoon, but they're gone back. Their boat is white with a green line, Signorino Marchesino." "Grazie, Giuseppe," said the Marchesino, with an immovable countenance. "Do you smoke cigarettes?
As Hermione said this she looked very steadily at her child. Vere's eyes did not fall, but met hers simply, fearlessly, yet not quite childishly. "I don't wonder," she said. "To tell the truth, Madre, I can't see how a man like the Marchesino could interest a man like Monsieur Emile at any rate, for long. Well " She gave a little sigh, throwing up her pretty chin. "A letto si va!"
"Caro amico, I do trust you always to fall in love with every girl you meet. But" and his voice changed "the Signorina is a child. Remember that, Doro." They were going down the steps to the sea. Almost as Artois spoke they reached the bottom, and saw their boat floating in the moonlight nearly in the centre of the Pool. The Marchesino stood still.
At a short distance from the shore a rowing boat was visible; and from it now came shrill sounds of very common voices, followed by shouts of male laughter. "Perhaps they are beautiful," said the Marchesino, at once on the alert.
That night the Marchesino failed in his search for Vere, and he returned to Naples not merely disappointed but incensed. He had learned from a fisherman in the Saint's Pool that she was out upon the sea "with a Signore," and he had little difficulty in guessing who this Signore was. Of course it was "Caro Emilio," the patron of Maria Fortunata. He began to consider his friend unfavorably.
I don't know whether it went on to the Arsenal." "White with a green line?" said the man. "That might be who was there in it, Signorino Marchesino?" "Two ladies, one old and one very young. The young lady " "Those must be the ladies from the island," interrupted the man.
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