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Mattio's hand trembled as he waited; Marcoline alone was calm and collected. Dessert was served, and still no one dared to say a word. All at once this wonderful girl said, in an inspired voice, as if speaking to herself, "We must adore the decrees of Divine Providence, but after the issue, since mortals are not able to discern the future, whether it be good or whether it be evil."
When I had finished, Annette, who was in high glee; said I was quite right to avenge myself on their prudery. I felt satisfied with what I had done, and went to breakfast. I then dressed, and visited my brother. "How is Marcoline?" said he, as soon as he saw me. "Very well, and you needn't trouble yourself any more about her.
I hope the late emperor did not deprive him of it, as it was well deserved by this genius and his knowledge of literature. At the play Marcoline did nothing but chatter with Babet Rangoni, who wanted me to bring the fair Venetian to see her, but I had my own reasons for not doing so.
In the morning we rode on again, being certain of finding you here." Marcoline told the abbe in a cold voice to take care not to tell anyone else that she was his cuisine, or his cousin, or else it would go ill with him, as she did not wish to be thought either the one or the other.
The hour of Oromasis has begun." "Then bathe me, divine being," said Semiramis, putting down the paper and sitting on the bed. With perfect exactitude Marcoline undressed the marchioness, and delicately placed her feet in the water, and then, in a twinkling she had undressed herself, and was in the bath, beside Madame d'Urfe.
Marcoline scarcely dared breathe to see me thus motionless and lost in thought, and I do not know when I should have come to myself if the landlord had not come in saying that he remembered my tastes, and had got me a delicious supper. This brought me to my senses, and I made my fair Venetian happy again by embracing her in a sort of ecstacy. "Do you know," she said, "you quite frightened me?
Next morning I got M. Bono to give me a bill of exchange on M. Querini's order, and at dinner-time Marcoline handed it over to her new protector, who wrote her a formal receipt. M. Morosini gave me the letters he had promised, and their departure was fixed for eleven o'clock the next day. The reader may imagine that our dinner-party was not over gay.
When I got home I told Marcoline what had passed between us. "I hate him!" said she; "but I forgive him, since it is through him I know you." "And I forgive him, too, because unless it had been for him I should never have seen you. But I love you, and I shall die unless you satisfy my desires."
The food was bad, but Marcoline forgot her discomfort in talking of Irene. "Do you know," said she, "that if it had been in my power I should have taken her from her parents. I believe she is your daughter, though she is not like you." "How can she be my daughter when I have never known her mother?" "She told me that certainly." "Didn't she tell you anything else?"
"Then you are a Venetian, too?" "Yes, madam." "Really, I should not have thought so." I made a bow in return for this compliment, which in reality was only an insult; for if flattering to me it was insulting to the rest of my fellow-countrymen, and Marcoline thought as much for she made a little grimace accompanied by a knowing smile.
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