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Giulio Rivardi had listened with surprised attention. "You seem to imply then" he said "that this rich woman, Morgana Royal, is hardly a woman at all? a kind of sexless creature incapable of love?"
He turned to leave the loggia, but paused as he perceived Professor Ardini advancing from the interior of the house, his hands clasped behind his back and his furrowed brows bent in gloomy meditation. "You have a difficult case?" he queried. "More than difficult!" replied Ardini "Beyond human skill! Perhaps not beyond the mysterious power we call God." Rivardi shrugged his shoulders.
And both Rivardi and Gaspard thought they were not far from the realisation of an angel when Morgana suddenly appeared at the door of her sleeping-cabin, attired in a fleecy-wool gown of purest white, her wonderful gold hair unbound and falling nearly to her feet. "What a perfect morning!" she exclaimed "All things seem new! And I have had such a good rest!
For the first time a nervous thrill ran through her frame at the look of this dark chaos and she turned quickly back to the table where Rivardi and Gaspard awaited her before sitting down to their meal.
I was glad to see you sleeping there is no shame in it! As I have often told you, I can manage the ship alone." But Rivardi was white with anger and self-reproach. "Gross pigs we are!" he said, hotly "Gaspard is right! And yet " here he passed a hand across his brow and tried to collect his thoughts "yes! surely something unusual must have happened! We heard bells ringing "
Morgana had listened intently, her eyes were brilliant. "Yes I think it would be dull after a couple of hundred years or so" she said "One would have tested all life's possibilities and pleasures by then." "I am not so sure of that!" put in the Marchese Rivardi "With youth nothing could become tiresome youth knows no ennui." Some of the other listeners to the conversation laughed.
"'On such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees And they did make no noise, on such a night Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls And sighed his soul towards the Grecian tents Where Cressid lay!" "You know your Shakespeare!" said Rivardi. "Who would not know him!" replied Aloysius "One is not blind to the sun!"
Nature is the best talker, for the very reason that she has no speech!" The party broke up in twos and threes and left the loggia for the garden. Rivardi remained a moment behind, obeying a slight sign from Aloysius. "She is not happy!" said the priest "With all her wealth, and all her gifts of intelligence she is not happy, nor is she satisfied. Do you not find it so?"
Is it not a composition of many elements? And should we not learn to combine such elements to vitalise our 'White Eagle'? It is possible!" "With God all things are possible!" quoted the Marchese Rivardi "But with man " "We are taught that God made man 'in His image.
Rivardi gave an impatient gesture. "And you?" "I? My son, I have no aim in view with regard to her! I should like to see her happy she has great wealth, and great gifts of intellect and ability but these do not make real happiness for a woman. And yet I doubt whether she could ever be happy in the ordinary woman's way."
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