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Updated: May 15, 2025
With his pockets full of chestnuts he pities Gigi; he kisses him, he takes him up, and bears him in his arms quickly toward home. The happy child closes his weary eyes, and falls asleep on Angelo's shoulder. Pipa, when she sees Angelo return so careful of his little brother praises him, and gives him a new-baked cake. Gigi can tell no tales, and Angelo is silent.
With a smothered sob Pipa turns away to help her. Yet so it was. Enrica is forgotten. Cruel, cruel Pipa! Silvestro and Fra Pacifico now rushed out of the darkness; Fra Pacifico aroused out of his first sleep. He had not seen the marchesa since her arrival. He did not know whether Enrica had come with her from Lucca or not.
They had gone into Pipa's room until the villa was made ready. Pipa told Adamo, and he told the others, that the marchesa had not seen the burning papers, and the lighted pile of wood, until the flames rose high behind her back. She had rushed forward, and fallen.
While she sweeps, Pipa sings: "I'll build a house round, round, quite round, For us to live at ease, all three; Father and mother there shall dwell, And my true love with me." Poor Pipa!
"Argo is a lunatic without me," he would observe, blandly, to Pipa, if roused by a special outburst of barking, the smoke of his pipe curling round his bullet-head the while. "Lunatics, either among men or beasts, are not worth attending to. A sweating horse, a crying woman, and a yelping cur, heed not."
As Adam opened his mouth, the rush of hot air, pent upon the winding stair, drawn downward by the draught from the open door, catches his breath. He staggers against the wall. Then the strong man shook himself together again he shouts, "Pipa! Pipa! rise!" Without waiting for an answer, putting his hand over his mouth, Adamo charges up the stone stairs up to the marchesa's door.
Supported by Pipa, the marchesa sat up she turned, and then she saw the mountains of smoke bursting from the tower, forming into great clouds that rose over the tree-tops, and shut out the stars. The marchesa glanced quickly round with her keen, black eyes she glanced as one searching for some thing she cannot find; then her lips parted, and one word fell faintly from them: "Enrica!"
Pipa caught the half-uttered name, she echoed it with a scream. "Ahi! The signorina! The Signorina Enrica!" Pipa shouted to Adamo on the ladder. "Adamo! Adamo! where is the signorina?" Adamo's heart sank at her voice. On the instant he recalled that cry he had heard upon the stairs. "Where did you see her last?"
"Yes, Pipa," answers the cavaliere solemnly, his voice shaking slightly, but he still smiles, though the dew of rising tears is in his merry eyes "yes, dead dead to us, my Pipa I fear dead to us." Pipa sinks back in speechless horror against the wall, and groans.
Trenta, sitting there, his hands crossed upon his knees, his eyes fixed upon Enrica, looked suddenly aged. How all this had come about he could not even guess. He had heard Pipa's screams, and so had the marchesa, and he had come, and he and Pipa together had raised her up and placed her on her bed; and the marchesa had charged him to watch her, and let her know when she came to her senses.
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