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His mother might change her mind at the last moment; then Orsetti would change his mind, too, and burn incense on other altars. Orsetti has a meerschaum between his teeth, from which he is puffing out columns of smoke. With his head thrown back, he is watching it as it curls upward into the vaulted portico.
Count Malatesta slapped Franchi on the back. "Come, my Trojan, speak. I insist upon it," said Orsetti, rising. Franchi looked up at him. There was a French cook at Palazzo Orsetti. No one had such Chateau Lafitte. Orazio is far from insensible to these blessings. "Well, listen. Old Sansovino has returned to his villa at Riparata. His wife is with him." "His wife?" shouted Orsetti. "Chè, chè!
Lolling back in a chair near Baldassare, with his short legs crossed, and his thumbs stuck into the arm-holes of his coat, is Count Orsetti, smiling, fat, and innocuous. His mother has not yet decided when he is to speak the irrevocable words to Teresa Ottolini. Orsetti is far too dutiful a son to do so before she gives him permission.
"O Bello!" exclaimed Orsetti, "if old Sansovino cried, it must have been with shame. After this, I will believe any thing." "The Countess Sansovino is very rich," a voice remarked from the background. "Well, if she forges, I suppose so," another answered. "O Marriage! large are the folds of thy ample mantle!" cried Count Malatesta. "Who shall say we are not free in Italy?
"Does the lady does Nera Boccarini know this?" he asked, and as he asked his color heightened. "Well, I cannot tell you, but I presume she does. Count Orsetti will have told her. The cotillon was settled early. You have no objection to dance with her, I presume?" "None none in the world. "Only only I might not have selected her." The cavaliere looked up at him with evident surprise.
"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.
Orsetti now was speaking. "Marescotti has fled from the police. Nothing but a sonnet addressed to the lady a poet's day-dream untrue of course." "Will no one tell me what the sonnet said?" demanded Nobili. He had mastered himself for the moment. "Stuff, stuff!" cried Ruspoli. "Every pretty woman has heaps of sonnets and admirers. It is a brevet of beauty.
If peasants, and shopkeepers, and monks, priests, beggars, and hoi polloi generally, possess the pavement, overhead every balcony, gallery, terrace, and casement, is filled with company, representatives of the historic families of Lucca, the Manfredi, Possenti, Navascoes, Bernardini, dal Portico, Bocella, Manzi, da Gia, Orsetti, Ruspoli feudal names dear to native ears.
"That's his uncle's doing the Jesuit!" cried Malatesta. "This is the second time. Marescotti will be shut up for life." "Did they catch him?" asked Orsetti. "No; he got out of an upper window, and escaped across the roof. He had taken all the upper floor of the Universo for his accomplices, who were expected from Paris." "Honor to Lucca!" Malatesta put in. "We are progressing."
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