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Updated: June 4, 2025
It was Pandolfo Petrucci who took the first step towards a reconciliation, by sending word to Valentinois that it was not his intention to take any measures that might displease his Excellency. His Excellency will no doubt have smiled at that belated assurance from the sparrow to the hawk. Then, a few days later, came news that Giulio Orsini had entered into an agreement with the Pope.
"Of whom?" said Miss Hamelyn, rather anxiously. "Of him!" cried Madame Petrucci, pointing to the engraving opposite. "He lives, of course, in the capital; but he rents the villa behind our house the Medici Villa; and when he is tired of Rome he runs down here for a week or so; and so your Gonerilla may have the benefit of his society!"
For, to use his own words, "having deprived his enemies of their weapons, he would now deprive them of their brain," by which he paid Petrucci the compliment of accounting him the "brain" of all that had been attempted against him.
So Vitellozzo convoked at Maggione all whose lives or lands were threatened by this new reversal of Caesar's policy. These were Paolo Orsino, Gian Paolo Baglioni, Hermes Bentivoglio, representing his father Gian, Antonio di Venafro, the envoy of Pandolfo Petrucci, Olivertoxo da Fermo, and the Duke of Urbino: the first six had everything to lose, and the last had already lost everything.
"She is an Italian, Signora Petrucci; she used to be very handsome." "Oh!" said Goneril, looking pleased. "I'm glad she's handsome, and that they speak English. But they are not relations?" "No, they are not connected; they are friends." "And have they always lived together?" "Ever since Madame Lilli died," and Miss Hamelyn named a very celebrated singer.
"Of whom?" said Miss Hamelyn, rather anxiously. "Of him!" cried Madame Petrucci, pointing to the engraving opposite. "He lives, of course, in the capital; but he rents the villa behind our house, the Medici Villa, and when he is tired of Rome he runs down here for a week or so; and so your Gonerilla may have the benefit of his society!"
Miss Hamelyn left the carriage and ascended the steep little flight of steps that leads from the road to the cottage garden. In the porch a singular figure was awaiting her. "Good afternoon, Madame Petrucci," said Miss Hamelyn. A slender old lady, over sixty, rather tall, in a brown silk skirt, and a white burnouse that showed the shrunken slimness of her arms, came eagerly forward.
Secret alliances were formed against him by the della Rovere, the Baglioni, and the Petrucci; and though he took care to attend public services and to fast more than etiquette required, nobody believed in him. Vettori's comment reads like an echo of Machiavelli and Guicciardini.
In short, the private parlour of an elderly and respectable diva of the year '40. "Brigida!" cried Madame Petrucci, going to the door. "Brigida! our charming English friend is arrived!" "All right!" answered a strong, hearty voice from upstairs. "I'm coming." "You must excuse me, dear Miss Hamelyn," went on Madame Petrucci.
Suddenly Madame Petrucci gasped; a sharp discordant sound cracked the delicate finish of her singing. She put her handkerchief to her mouth. "Bah!" she said, "this evening I am abominably husky." The tears rose to Goneril's eyes. Was it so hard to grow old? This doubt made her voice loudest of all in the chorus of mutual praise and thanks which covered the song's abrupt finale.
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