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Updated: May 4, 2025
Count Nobili held that, in New Italy, every man is a gentleman who is well educated and well mannered. As to the language the Marchesa Guinigi used about him, he shook with laughter whenever it was mentioned. So it fell out that, before he had arrived many minutes, the remembrance of Enrica died out, and Nobili flung himself into the spirit of the ball with all the ardor of his nature.
Nobili has now ceased striding up and down the room. He stands facing the window. His ear has caught the barking of several dogs.
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.
If he could carry out the plan he had formed, he might yet be a judge within the year. Already Guglielmi feels the touch of the soft fur upon his official robes! After the cavaliere's departure, Guglielmi advanced. He had been standing so entirely concealed in the shadow thrown by the altar, that Nobili had forgotten his presence. Nobili now stared at him in angry surprise.
Now he moved forward, and as he did so he took Baldassare's arm, in token of forgiveness. "No names must be mentioned," he continued, tripping along "mind, no names; but I authorize you, on my authority, if you hear this abominable nonsense repeated I authorize you to say that you have it from me that Enrica Guinigi is to be married, and not to Nobili. He! he!
A badge or baldric is passed across his chest; he is otherwise so enveloped with gold-lace, embroidery, buttons, trencher, and cocked-hat, that the whole inner man is absorbed, not to say invisible. This particular Guinigi Palace belongs to Count Mario Nobili. He bought it of the Marchesa Guinigi, who lives opposite. Nobili is the richest young man in Lucca.
Trenta had urged the marriage with Count Nobili. But Trenta urged every marriage. Could she consent to such a marriage? Own herself ruined wrong? Feel Nobili's foot upon her neck? Impossible! Her obstinacy was so great, that she could not bring herself to yield, though all that made life dear was slipping from her grasp. Yes yes, it was too late. The thing was done.
She took a malicious pleasure in spreading them out over the page. Enrica signed her name, in delicate little letters, after her aunt's. Count Nobili had already affixed his signature. Cavaliere Trenta and the priest were the witnesses. "There is one request I would make, marchesa," Nobili said, addressing her.
He has been deceived. By-and-by he will bitterly repent this," and Fra Pacifico held up the letter. "Yes," answered Trenta, bitterly "yes, if she lives. If he has killed her, what will his repentance matter?" "Better wait, however, until we know more. Nobili may be hot-headed, vain, and credulous, but he is generous to a fault. You shall be satisfied, cavaliere.
Now, hearing what he said, Fra Pacifico's anger had vanished. After all, he had not been mistaken in his old pupil! Nobili was neither cruel nor heartless; but he had been driven to bay! Now he pitied him, profoundly. What could he say to him? He could urge Nobili no more. He must work out his own fate! Again Nobili spoke.
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