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"I am only joking, my dear friend; I am here to see the king, who does not know me; but to-morrow the ambassador will present me to his majesty." She placed herself in the line within a yard or two from me, beside the door by which the king was to come. His majesty entered the gallery with M. de Richelieu, and looked at the so-called Madame Querini.
But the banished man, whose exile had been eased by the respect which had followed him into his misfortune, had managed to bring the letter back to his lodgings, unnoticed by the spies watching him, and he now read, while the steps of the guard in front of the house echoed menacingly through the silence, the following lines: "To Angelo Querini.
"All the time, and with an air of the greatest astonishment. I avoided catching his eye, which roved from you to me continually." "I should like to know what the good man thinks! You will see him again to-morrow. I am sure he will have told M. Querini that, I am his niece, and consequently not yours. "I expect so, too."
"You must execute a masterly stroke, dearest," said I, "to persuade M. Querini that I did not lie in saying that you had not seen your uncle. As soon as you see him, you must give a shout of surprise, exclaim, 'My dear uncle! and rush to his arms. This would be a splendid and dramatic situation, which would do you honour in the eyes of all the company."
She answered all questions to the point, and entertained the company with her remarks on French manners, so different to Venetian customs. In the course of dinner M. Querini asked how she had known him, and she replied that she had often seen him at Divine service, whereat the devotee seemed greatly flattered.
I went up to her, and, not wishing to be known by anyone, I whispered to her that my name was Farusi. Manzoni informed me that I was speaking to her excellency, Madame Querini. "I know it," I said, "through a letter which I have received from Venice, and I beg to offer my most sincere congratulations to Madame." She heard me and introduced me to Count Spada, creating me a baron on the spot.
She had renewed her acquaintance with him in Venice, and had contrived to make him take her to Bologna on a pleasure trip. M. Manzoni, her old follower, who gave me all this information, accompanied her in order to bear witness of her good conduct before M. Querini. I must say that Manzoni was not a well-chosen chaperon.
"And I mean to make the recognition a scene worthy of the drama. I intend that you shall be taken back to Venice by M. Querini himself, while your uncle will take care of you by his special orders." "I shall be delighted with this arrangement, provided it succeeds." "You may trust to me for that." At nine o'clock the next day I called on Morosini concerning the commissions he had for me.
I have come," he said, addressing himself to me, "to ask you to dine with us to-morrow, and you must bring your charming niece." "Would you like to go, Marcoline?" "'Con grandissimo piacere'! We shall speak Venetian, shall we not?" "Certainly." "'E viva'! I cannot learn French." "M. Querini is in the same position," said M. Memmo.
The ambassadors were much amused at the circumstance, and Querini himself, in spite of his scrupulous conscience, was greatly flattered. "May I ask you, mademoiselle," he added, "how you came to know M. Querini?" "It's a mystery, sir." "A mystery, is it? What fun we shall have tomorrow!
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