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Updated: June 19, 2025
In that moment the Marchesino was forgiven; and Artois did he not perhaps also in that moment forgive himself? "Oh Monsieur Emile I thought you wouldn't come!" There was the open reproach of a child in her voice. She seized his hand. "Has Gaspare told you?" She turned her head towards Gaspare. "Something terrible has happened to Madre. Monsieur Emile, do you know what it is?"
The Marchesino moved, almost as if he were about to go away. Then he lit a cigarette and spoke to Hermione. "You look tired, Signora. You feel the heat. It is much fresher outside, when one is walking. Here, under the prison walls, it is always like a furnace in summer. It is unwholesome. It puts one into a fever."
He cast upon her one more gravely staring look, and was gone. When he was outside and alone, he threw up his hands and talked to himself for a moment, uttering many exclamations. In truth, he was utterly amazed. Maria Fortunata had spread abroad diligently the fame of her niece's beauty, and the Marchesino, like the rest of the gay young men of Naples, had known of and had misjudged her.
Gaspare placed a chair for the Marchesino. And again the latter felt as if he had received a blow. He glanced round him and sat down, while Gaspare went away. For about five minutes he waited. When he had arrived at the island he had been greatly excited. He had felt full of an energy that was feverish.
When the Marchesino received the invitation of Artois to dine with him and the ladies from the island on the night of the Festa of the Madonna del Carmine he was again ill in bed with fever. But nevertheless he returned an immediate acceptance. Then he called in the family doctor, and violently demanded to be made well, "perfectly well," by the evening of the sixteenth.
"Vere must be quite a book-worm!" "Will you stay to dinner, Emile?" "Alas, I have promised the Marchesino Isidoro to dine with him. Give me a cup of tea a la Russe, and one of Ruffo's cigarettes, and then I must bid you adieu. I'll take the boat to the Antico Giuseppone, and then get another there as far as the gardens." "One of Ruffo's cigarettes!" Hermione echoed, as they went up the steps.
The magistrate listened attentively to this history in silence, save that he once or twice interrupted Ludovico to ask at what o'clock it had been that the different incidents happened. Then he reduced the whole statement to writing, and read it over to the Marchesino.
And certainly Artois had no desire to bring about his the Marchesino's acquaintance with them. That this was so, neither surprised nor seriously vexed the Marchesino. He knew a good deal of his friend's character, knew that Artois, despite his geniality and friendliness, was often reserved even with him.
In any case here was wherewithal to establish such a case of suspicion as should make it difficult for the tribunal to condemn the Marchesino on such evidence as could be brought against him, supposing no new circumstances to be brought to light.
And that night in the garden with Hermione With all the force and fixity of purpose he fastened his mind upon Hermione, letting Gaspare go. If what the Marchesino had asserted were true not that but if Hermione had believed it to be true, much in her conduct that had puzzled Artois was made plain. Could she have thought that? Had she thought it?
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