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Marescotti took the hint, bowed, and departed arm-in-arm with Baldassare. When the count and Baldassare had left the room, Cavaliere Trenta made no motion to follow them. On the contrary, he leaned back in the chair on which he was seated, and nursed his leg with the nankeen trouser meditatively.
What were Enrica's relations with Marescotti? Some one had said she had accepted him. Nobili was sure he had heard this. He, Marescotti, must have approached her nearly by her own confession. He had celebrated her in sonnets, amorous sonnets damnable thought! gone with her to the Guinigi Tower then rejected her! A mist seemed to gather about Nobili as he thought of this.
After all this row, it was only an offer of marriage made to Count Marescotti and refused by him. Probably the lady never knew it." "Oh, yes, she did, she accepted him," sounded from behind. It was Baldassare, whose vanity was piqued because no one had referred to him for information. "Accepted! Refused by Count Marescotti!"
"The cavaliere is not yet returned." "This is a strange story," said Orsetti, gravely. "Nobili too, and Marescotti. She must be a lively damsel. What will Nera Boccarini say to her truant knight, who rescues maidens accidentally on distant mountains? What had Nobili to do in the Garfagnana?" "Ask him," lisped Orazio; "it will save more talking.
He was chamberlain at the palace. He's a gentleman all over, is Cavaliere Trenta. There there. Look!" and she points eagerly "that's the Red count, Count Marescotti, the republican." Cassandra lowers her voice, afraid to be overheard, and fixes her eyes on a man whose every feature and gesture proclaimed him an aristocrat.
Under these circumstances, it would be cruel to deprive her of so suitable an alliance as Count Marescotti. Now, allow me to ask you, seriously, how would this marriage suit you?" "Not at all," replied the marchesa, curtly. "The count is a republican. I hate republicans. The Guinigi have always been Ghibelline, and loyal. I dislike him, too, personally.
Recall the Guinigi Tower, your attitude your glances I must say, Count Marescotti, I consider your conduct unpardonable quite unpardonable." Trenta's face and forehead were scarlet, his steely blue eyes were rounded to their utmost width, and, as far as such mild eyes could, they glared at the count. "You have entirely misled me.
Enrica cast a pleading look at her aunt, as if to say, "Can I help all this?" As for Count Marescotti, he was far too much engrossed with his own thoughts to be aware that he was treading on delicate ground. "But, marchesa," he urged, "you can't really keep your niece any longer shut up like the fairy princess in the tower. Let me be permitted to act the part of the fairy prince and liberate her."
"How did Marescotti hear it?" "From common report. It is known all over Lucca." "Was this the reason that Count Marescotti declined to marry my niece?" The marchesa spoke in the same strange tone, but she fixed her eyes savagely on Trenta, so as to be able to convince herself how far he might dare to equivocate.
Did the marchesa so much as tell Enrica, when she offered her as wife to Count Marescotti?" At the sound of Marescotti's name Nobili's assumed composure utterly gave way. His whole frame stiffened with rage. "Yes Marescotti curse him! And I am the husband of the woman he refused!" "For shame, Count Nobili! you have yourself exonerated her."
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