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Updated: June 2, 2025
"What has happened? Tell me quickly!" "A man has had his foot badly burned it must be dressed at once." "Who is it?" "Zorzi." Pasquale saw that Marietta started a little and drew back. Then she leaned forward again. "Wait there a minute," she said, and disappeared quickly. The porter heard her calling Nella from an inner room, and then he heard Nella's voice indistinctly.
He went to the bureau, and issued instructions that No. 111 was not to be re-let to anyone until further orders. At the bureau they gave him Nella's note, which ran thus: Dearest Papa, I am going away for a day or two on the trail of a due. If I'm not back in three days, begin to inquire for me at Ostend. Till then leave me alone. Your sagacious daughter, NELL.
The night light burned always in Nella's room, a tiny wick supported by a bit of split cork in an earthen cup of oil, most carefully tended, for if it went out, it could only be lighted by going down to the hall where a large lamp burned all night. Marietta laid her head upon the pillow and tried to sleep, repeating over and over again to herself that Zorzi was safe.
It was nearly supper-time when he deposited Giovanni at the steps of the house and took the gondola round to the narrow canal in which the boats lay, and which was under Nella's window. The shutters were wide open, and there was a light within. He called the serving-woman by name, and she looked out, and asked what he wanted.
Marietta found the conversation intolerable and she generally left the couple together a quarter of an hour after supper was over and went to her own room, where she worked a little and listened to Nella's prattle, and sometimes answered her. She was living in a state of half-suspended thought, and was glad to let the time pass as it would, provided it passed at all.
There's one thing that I mean to find out, within the next five minutes, and that is how your charming husband kidnapped Prince Eugen, and why he kidnapped him. Let us begin with the second question. You have evaded it once. Miss Spencer looked into Nella's face, and then her eyes dropped, and her fingers worked nervously with the tablecloth. 'How can I tell you, she said, 'when I don't know?
She listened wearily, and her head ached more and more, so that she longed for the coolness of her own room and for Nella's soothing chatter, to which she was so much accustomed that she missed it if the little brown woman chanced to be silent. The sun went down and wax candles were brought, instead of the tall oil lamps that were used on ordinary days.
Nella's jaw dropped and her hands stood still and trembled, the one holding the comb upraised, the other gathering a quantity of her mistress's hair. Marietta had never spoken to her like this in her life. "Send me away?" faltered the woman in utter amazement. "Send me away!" she repeated, still quite dazed.
Marietta wondered whether her servant were going mad, and whether this might not be a judgment of heaven for telling such atrocious lies about poor Zorzi. In that case it was of course deserved, thought she, watching Nella's contortions; but it was very sudden. She made up her mind to call the other women, and turned to go to the door.
Theodore Racksole looked at the young man for a few seconds in silence. There was a faint knock at the door. 'Come in, said Racksole loudly. Someone pushed open the door, but remained standing on the mat. It was Nella's maid, in a dressing-gown. 'Miss Racksole's compliments, and a thousand excuses, but a book of hers was left on the mantelshelf in this room. She cannot sleep, and wishes to read.
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