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I have come," he said, addressing himself to me, "to ask you to dine with us to-morrow, and you must bring your charming niece." "Would you like to go, Marcoline?" "'Con grandissimo piacere'! We shall speak Venetian, shall we not?" "Certainly." "'E viva'! I cannot learn French." "M. Querini is in the same position," said M. Memmo.
The old Lomellino seems to be extremely intimate with this Flodoardo. They say he was well acquainted with his father. Memmo. It was he who presented him to the Doge. Parozzi. Hark! Surely some one knocked at the palace door? Memmo. It can be none but Contarino. Now, then, we shall hear whether he has discovered the banditti. I'll swear to that footstep, it's Contarino.
That's what people learn on the mainland, Memmo!" "Yes, and if any one finds out it was you who killed that pig there'll be a suit against you, and Ors' Anton' won't speak to the judges, nor buy off the lawyer for you. Luckily nobody saw, and you have Saint Nega to help you out."
That care we will leave to you, Parozzi, and in the meanwhile here's the health of Abellino. All. Abellino! Gonzaga. And success to our enterprise to-morrow. Memmo. I'll drink THAT toast with all my heart. All. Success to to-morrow's enterprise! Parozzi. The wine tastes well, and every face looks gay; pass eight-and-forty hours, and shall we look as gaily?
M. Memmo, much astonished at this reception, told him the brief history of the meeting, and the secretary replied with a grave air that he had no doubt as to the truth of his story, as the circumstances were in perfect correspondence with what he knew of the matter.
Every one crowded round him; every mouth was unclosed to question him; every eye was fixed on his face as if eager to anticipate his answers. "Holy Virgin!" exclaimed Memmo, "I am afraid that " "Be silent, signor!" interrupted Contarino, sternly; "there is nothing to be afraid of."
Every soul of them depends as much on that one man's honour and caprices as puppets do who nod or shake their wooden heads just as the fellow behind the curtain thinks proper to move the wires. Parozzi. And yet the populace idolises this Andreas. Memmo. Ay, that is the worst part of the story. Falieri. But never credit me again if he does not experience a reverse of fortune speedily. Contarino.
They talked over the politics of the day, and discussed the various occurrences of Europe. The Cardinal and Contarino were engaged in a conference with the Doge, while Memmo, Parozzi, and Falieri stood silent together, and revolved the project whose execution was to take place at midnight. The weather was dark and tempestuous.
Parozzi. That was done some days ago. Contarino. Then there is no more necessary to be said on the subject. Comrades, fill your goblets. We will not meet again together till our work has been completed. Memmo. And yet methinks it would not be unwise to consider the matter over again coolly. Contarino.
The more obstacles I encounter, the firmer is my resolution to surmount them. Falieri. Do the banditti know who you are? Contarino. No; they are not only ignorant of my name, but suppose me to be a mere instrument of some powerful man, who has been injured by the ducal confederates. Memmo. Well, Contarino, in my mind you should thank Heaven that you have escaped so well. Falieri.
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