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"Am I to be blamed for dulness in not being able to conjecture who had the courage to thwart the projects of the Prince di . As well blame me for not accounting for miracles." "I will tell thee who it was, most sapient Mascari." "Who, your Excellency?" "Zicci." "Ah! he has the daring of the devil. But why does your Excellency feel so assured, does he court the actress?"
Mascari opened his small eyes to their widest extent; the Prince, no less surprised, but far too well world-read even to show what he felt, laughed aloud. "And were you, then, the cavalier who spoiled my night's chase and robbed me of my white doe? By Bacchus, it was prettily done." "You must forgive me, my Prince; I knew not who it was, or my respect would have silenced my gallantry."
"Is the heir present at our host's banquet?" "No; they are not friends." "No matter; he will be here to-morrow!" Mascari stared in surprise; but the signal for the banquet was given, and the guests were marshalled to the board. As was the custom, the feast took place at midday.
"Mascari," said the Prince, with a haughty smile, "through these veins rolls the blood of the old Visconti, of those who boasted that no woman ever escaped their lust, and no man their resentment. The crown of my fathers has shrunk into a gewgaw and a toy, their ambition and their spirit are undecayed. My honor is now enlisted in this pursuit: Isabel must be mine."
When the last rose from the corpse and withdrew from that scene of confusion, Glyndon remarked that in passing the crowd he touched Mascari on the shoulder, and said something which the Englishman did not overhear. Glyndon followed Zicci into the banquet-room, which, save where the moonlight slept on the marble floor, was wrapped in the sad and gloomy shadows of the advancing night.
"Am I to be blamed for dulness in not being able to conjecture who had the courage to thwart the projects of the Prince di . As well blame me for not accounting for miracles." "I will tell thee who it was, most sapient Mascari." "Who, your Excellency?" "Zicci." "Ah! he has the daring of the devil. But why does your Excellency feel so assured, does he court the actress?"
"It is a high throw," said Zicci, calmly; "nevertheless, Signor Mascari, I do not despond." Mascari gathered up the dice, shook the box, and rolled the contents once more upon the table; the number was the highest that can be thrown, eighteen. The Prince darted a glance of fire at his minion, who stood with gaping mouth staring at the dice, and shaking his head in puzzled wonder.
Lowell in 1896 appeared decisive in its favour; Tacchini at Rome, Mascari at Catania and Etna, Cerulli at Terano, obtained in 1892-6 evidence similar in purport.
It might disagree with many; but do not fear, it will not harm me, Prince. Signor Mascari, you are a judge of the grape, will you favor us with your opinion?" "Nay," answered Mascari, with well-affected composure, "I like not the wines of Cyprus, they are heating. Perhaps Signor Glyndon may not have the same distaste. The English are said to love their potations warm and pungent."
"Villain," then exclaimed the Prince, grasping Mascari by the collar, "you have betrayed me!" "I assure your Excellency that the dice were properly arranged, he should have thrown twelve; but he is the Devil, and that's the end of it." "There is no time to be lost," said the Prince, quitting hold of his parasite, who quietly resettled his cravat. "My blood is up!
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