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The expression in his face frightened her. "But you said you were sure " "Panacci was too clever for us; he may have been too clever for Gaspare." Hermione was silent for a moment. Then she said: "You surely don't think the Marchese is wicked?" "He is young, he is Neapolitan, and to-night he is mad. Vere has made him mad." "But Vere was only gay at dinner as any child "
"The great worker! The man of intellect! The man who is above the follies of that little Isidoro Panacci, who loves a beautiful girl, and who is proud of loving her, and who knows that he loves her, that he wants her, that he wishes to take her! Stand still!" he suddenly hissed out the words.
I should like to see Naples to-day, and notice if this weather has any effect upon that amazing population. I wonder if my young friend, Marchese Isidoro Panacci By-the-way, I haven't told you about him?" "No." "I must. But not now. We will continue our former conversation. Where shall we find the boat, the small one?" "Gaspare will bring it Gaspare! Gaspare!"
His fever, coming at such a time, had almost maddened him, and during the days of forced inaction the Panacci temper had been vigorously displayed in the home circle. As he lay in bed his imagination ran riot. The day and the night were filled with thoughts and dreams of Vere. And always Emilio was near her, presiding over her doings with a false imitation of the paternal manner.
He looked at her again. She stood perfectly still. Her head was slightly bent and she seemed to be looking at the ground. "And then came the night of the Carmine. Hermione, after you and Vere had gone to bed Panacci and I had a quarrel. He attacked me violently. He told me he told me that I was in love with Vere, and that you, and even even that Gaspare knew it.
Artois looked at him with a steadiness that seemed to pierce. "Then take care, Panacci. You are losing your head." "And you have lost yours!" cried the Marchesino. "You, with your white hairs, you are mad. You are mad about the 'child. You play papa, and all the time you are mad, and you think nobody sees it. But every one sees it, every one knows it.
Why should not you and Vere come to dine at the Hotel, or in the Galleria, with me? I will ask Panacci to join us, and we will all go on afterwards to see the illuminations, and the fireworks, and the sending up of the fire-balloons. What do you say?" "Would you like it, Vere?" "Immensely, Madre." She spoke quietly, but she looked pleased at the idea.
But she heard it still in the whisper of the sea. The Marchesino had really been unwell, as he had told Hermione. The Panacci disposition, of which he had once spoken to Artois, was certainly not a calm one, and Isidoro, was, perhaps, the most excitable member of an abundantly excitable family. Although changeable, he was vehement.
The Marchesino Panacci was generally very sincere with his friends, and the boyish expression in his eyes was not altogether deceptive, for despite his wide knowledge of certain aspects of life, not wholly admirable, there was really something of the simplicity of a child of a child that could be very naughty in his disposition.
As they came out under the grayness of the sky, Hermione, with a change of tone, said: "And your friend? The Marchese what is his name?" "Isidoro Panacci." "Tell me about him." "He is a very perfect type of a complete Neapolitan of his class. He has scarcely travelled at all, except in Italy. Once he has been in Paris, where I met him, and once to Lucerne for a fortnight.
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